Two weeks feels like centuries
I haven't said a word
I know he is hurt
I can see it in his fake smile
I see the worrn out mask
That is no longer like glass
He change it to plastic
Cause of how fragile it isHe told me one day
That he loved me
Then he said goodbye
He never saw me again
And that hurt him so much
He wrote a letter say to me
After he found out I went home and killed my selfI took a bullet to my head
Cause I love her
I know she might hate me after this
Cause I still have a life to live
But Know that she knows I love her
That Iwould l kill myself to be with herJust a poem no one is killing there selfs
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Words From The Heart
PoetryLetters to my self Just word on a page poems from the heart Words from my mind What to feel is the word in side