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by Kaylee Oct 14, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I wrote you a letter that was written in my blood i though i could make things better i really thought i could it said all this love stuff and how you treated me it said that life was to tough and that you never loved me my blood running down the paper dripping off the sides blood so red turned to vapor bloody tears i cried my blood is all dried up it finally had to go but if i slice at my skin again the blood will flow with my blood i write to you until i have no more do you have any clue that my bloods spilling to the floor i wrote you a letter that was written with my blood i thought i could make things better i really thought i could