Answering machine is full.
The Phone been off the hook for a week.
I was preoccupied.
You thought i lied, could I have died?
Was it ****** or suicide?
I got your letter.
returned to sender.
The little things you don't remember.
I never got the letter
Must have been the bad weather.
The blood stamped paper
I read it state:
"Your silence is the shotgun to my head.
Without you I'd rather be dead.
That is what i feel, I'd hate to fail.
But this is real your silence is screaming.
I haven't been eating, I find this silence defeating
P.S. My scars are re opened.
P.P.S. These ones aren't healing"
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Answering machine is full.
The Phone been off the hook for a week.
I was preoccupied.
You thought i lied, could I have died?
Was it ****** or suicide?
I got your letter.
returned to sender.
The little things you don't remember.
I never got the letter
Must have been the bad weather.
The blood stamped paper
I read it state:
"Your silence is the shotgun to my head.
Without you I'd rather be dead.
That is what i feel, I'd hate to fail.
But this is real your silence is screaming.
I haven't been eating, I find this silence defeating
P.S. My scars are re opened.
P.P.S. These ones aren't healing"
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