Love is Lonely

Heartfelt Suicide

Heartfelt Suicide
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I wanted to be with you…
It’s too good to be true.
So here I lay awake,
My life to take,
So very alone,
Not going to postpone,
My heart will bleed no more,
You fucking whore.
All I wanted was you,
You were too good to be true.
Now I lay on the floor,
My blood starting to pour.
A justified, Heartfelt suicide.