Shoot me down.
Let me bleed.
Let me drown.
And maybe you will succeed,
In taking my last breath.
Because in marriage, it's love until death.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
