I locked myself in the bathroom. Hearing my dad...
O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze...
Just another faceless victim
THis of course all my life...
If there was a way for me
to release myself...
The first letter in every paragraph:
This is for my twin soul that committed suicide...
I never understood how selflessly you could
love when it came to family until last...
Each night I see your face, I remember the tears...
He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...
Upon my arm I wear my heart
Its tears run red, my grief runs fast...
We miss you
Your hands feet and toes your tiny fingers...
Custom painted red candy I coat
My blade sharp enough to sever your throat...
Woe-
blue moon...