Darling I'm gone,
I know it seems so wrong,
But I'd been hurting too long.
Can take just so much,
Until I start to loose touch,
I was simply holding onto love,
And there's not enough.
I felt no pain,
As the blade slit through the vain,
Baby I was going insane.
So here I find peace,
A hell, of sweet release,
Just one, final thing please.
I left you my will,
I was longing to be killed,
It's upon the window sill.
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(** for an explanation of window sill, please see "window sill" poem, makes sense, trust me **)
