Wait

A poem about lovely suicide

Wait, What?
Why must you yell at me?
No, Please leave.
How may you accuse ME of not loving you.
Check my wrist and the hospital records,
What have the scars on my wrist become Invisible?
Has the rope hanging from the door
faded away?
Of course I love you.
I always will, but know love dies
At the first successful suicide
Why won’t it fade
Like
My happiness did?
My fading smile is
No longer protected by the “good”
Bleed with me.
Bleed for me
Betray me again
Love has ended for you and it will never come again.

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