Dear Seamstress,
oh seamstress!
Please help me if you may.
My heart,
It's torn,
there's nothing left to say.
I'm open,
vulnerable,
I need help right away!
The red stuff,
it's everywhere,
I'm dying so make way.
At the gates of hell,
I see my demise.
Because I assure you;
I'm rotting from the inside.
With the last breath I take
and my heart stone cold,
I remember when my veins ran red
but not anymore.
So thank you,
Seamstress,
for not doing ****.
You've saved me from feelings,
family and friends.
I'm gone.
But not yet dead.
For I've only died on the inside
and not yet felt the cold touch
of death.