I'm sick of writing poems about you or
someone that could be you.
i mean there's only so many words that I have in my veins and I'm bleeding them out of my wrists with every letter
this is a slow suicide.
im sorry I told you I was going to kill myself at 13.
i almost didn't mean it.
THANKS ANYWAY.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
