you could slice open my throat,
you could stab me in the heart,
you could slit my wrists.
and with my last dying breath is apologize for bleeding on your shirt
because deep down,
I know some how it was my fault and I deserved it.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
