I think Ill write you a note,
One deep in my skin,
One that speaks words from my throat,
One that doesnt need a pen,
I'll sign it with a heart, and my initials in red,
I hope you find me, for my hearts already dead,
But just for show, I'll make myself pretty, so,
I'll decorate my body, beatiful lines trace, from head to toe,
I'll draw swirls on my neck, and pictures on my chest,
I hope I look my best,
I'll drown my hands in red, for the effect,
Everythings checked,
I looked at the note, as it dripped color and burned,
I read it to myself, when my stomach churned,
"I Love You To The End",
The sticky hot liqued ran out as I qouted "send'
The world went black as my head fell to the floor,
I hope you come soon, and walk through that door,
I'll write you a note,
One deep in my skin,
One that speaks words from my throat,
One that doesnt need a pen,
Did you get my note?
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The Blood That Stains The Pages
PoetryThese are just random poems I tend to write when Im feeling depressed