I'm sorry.
There's love I haven't smothered you in,
there are words I should've let go of,
there are lips that shouldn't have been sealed shut,
there are lips that should have been sealed shut,
there is hope that doesn't run in my bloodstream,
there is blood,
there is blood,
there will be a day where you'll wake up and it won't hurt.
I promise someday soon you'll forget about me,
find love again,
make a better friend,
raise a better daughter,
kiss softer lips,
It's time to go,
and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I stayed far too long.
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Suicide Notes
Poesía'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).