sometimes
i wish this wall
was your face
blood stained form
the crimson rain
falling from my knuckes

or this knife
the blades slowly
slicing my wrists
the cold of the air
overpowers the warmth
of my blood
no pulse

i hope you're happy
living the life you lead
because you drove me to this
your love killed me
because living without you
seemed pointless
 
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