Laying in Cold Blood

by Victoria   Mar 2, 2008


She lies on the floor
Laying in cold blood
Her fingers grasp
An old photo
Her eyes, glazed over,
Stare at the ceiling
The gash on her wrist
Shows how much she loved you
Her mouth, slightly gaping,
Is turned into a frown
She missed you too much
Like a flower with no sun
She slowly wilted
Her pale skin,
Haunting you in your dreams
You can't eat
You can't sleep
You just know
She killed herself
Over you

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