Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
I can't believe you ******* left.
As I struggle for each ******* breath
I love you more than anyone could
You said you'd loved me, and I thought you would
But you're gone, I was a fool
I slit my wrists, and blood starts to pool.
Day four is not going well. I'm sorry
The Last Wordsmith
Written by
The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems