I wrote you a letter today
Fully of what you have taken and given me
Never once was I able to be true to you
It was never what was wanted
I wrote you a letter telling you I’m ending it all
SO here I am with the blade and my hand grasping tight
Someone showed me go down the veins not across
So it hits the skin and I push down
Pulling everything that we never had and I wished out
I never thought it would be white after all the pain you put me in
Maybe black and blue
But what I get is white for a couple of seconds
Then it changes like life and red seeps into the white.
Filling up the blanks
Red turns brown if you leave it to long
SO In return thoughts of me not being good enough come slamming into my
face.
Down the blade goes again
Somehow I sit and write you this letter
Shows you what love doesn’t do.
But love is something you never gave me
It was always the yelling of how there’s something wronged
It’s getting cold fast in here.
And ill finish this up quick
I don’t want to waste anymore of your time
But I tried to show you I care.
Thoughts of your questioning and you never there
The blade is quite red and poising seems to fill the air.
I’m ending these now blankets and pillows seem relaxing
Possibly you will find me alive
With my small head rested a pone the pillow
Innocent like your perfect daughter would be,
Take care if you loved me.
For love was never shown



 
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