Blood Letters
I still have your letters & I read them every day,
Tears fall from my eyes & I donโt know what to say.
Blood letters are the parchments for they are stained crusted dark red,
I missed you so much then so I wished I was dead.
I looked for a knife but it was not that sharp so I picked the scissors,
Then I twisted it round my wrists till bright blood glimmered.
I gagged as I saw the puddle on the floor,
I was determined to end my life because I could not take it anymore.
The ruddy drops spilled on your love letters as I cut into myself,
I heard the lies in the letters you wrote all by yourself.
I did feel pain & a cold sensation but what of it you had left me,
I grew morbid when you were with her &โฆ
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