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by Heather Jul 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
This note is written in my blood, Please read it and understand. Because I was drowning in the water, And you did not grab my hand. Written in my blood, Is a note I don't regret. And running across your mind, Is a note you won't forget. Lying on the floor, Is the blade I used to take my life. Because I knew a blade would cut, Even faster than a knife. Soaking in my blood, Is a poem that I wrote. With a message saying, Please read this poem, But it's okay if you don't. Telling you why I did this, Because my life was turning around. And whenever I thought my life was good, My life would turn back up-side-down. I love you with all my heart, And my mind, body, and soul. But how much did you love me? I just didn't know.