It was in mid November,
When you found his letter.
Covered in dust,
You then blew a gust.
There, a label is displayed "To: Stace"
And so you scrunched up your face.There, written, "Thank you for being part of my life."
Then you felt like you were stabbed by a knife.
You knew he already left your house,
To be with that girl who squeaked like a mouse.
Shocked was your reaction
And a single tear escaped as you felt a rising tension.You texted him,
With words, "Thank you for being the catalyst, Tim."
Remembering there was a rope on your drawer,
You whispered a silent prayer.
Being choked to death while you were hanging,
The last sound you heard was your phone ringing.-SaCr1f1CeR
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Poems: Emotions Seeping Through
PoetryReality may differ of what is inside our minds but our emotions can express the thoughts we hide.