Love is the slowest form of suicide

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I go to bed
Thought of you flow through my head
Hurting like shards of glass and lead
Before I go to sleep, I'll wish I was dead

The broken memories
Are dismembering my heart
Bleeding a blood you'll soon be able to see
All because of A love that intended to deceive

I can feel him around me
Stealing the air I'm trying to breath
Making this feeling linger
This will be his secret killing

Making me insecure and weak
I tightly grab my sheets
Looking for comfort
That is no where to be seen

Nothing left in me
No emotion, fear, or hope
Empty for nothing to be
Feelings locked to me with chains, I try to set free

I give in
Let the blood flow free
It is what it is
A life with out bliss

Falling into a deep slumber
My soul will die
A suicide caused by love
Maybe a blessing from above