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Title: Dear You: An Open Letter To Everyone But Me
Author:
rocketcock (originally known as
howxixdisappear )
Pairing: None
Summary: An open letter to everyone but me
Because I couldn't be saved.
Be greatful.
This could have been you.
Disclaimer: ...it's not real.
Warnings: Morbidness, suicidal thoughts and actions
Pen meets paper
The way knife meets throat
Gracefully making its way from
One side to the other.
One line.
One message.
An open letter to everyone but me
Because I couldn't be saved.
Be greatful.
This could have been you.
Kiss me goodnight.
This might be the last time.
Your last chance.
I won't be here in the morning.
I wasn't supposed to be here yesterday.
Our lips pressed together.
It's lost that golden touch.
But it's safe to say
I still love you.
Don't doubt that for a second.
My blood
So beautifully paints the walls
Red.
He doesn't dare ask for
The kind of paint I used to
Get such a lovely shade.
Or why I went for
A darker tone.
It was blue inside it's can.
Don't you just love it?
Don't you just love me?
Flesh and blood
Skin and bones
Scars and scabs
Cold.
Dead.
Ugly.
In your eyes, maybe.
To me,
Beautiful. Warm, and when
I'm dead, oh I'll never feel so
Alive.
Pen meets paper
Knife meets wrist
Blood meets floor
My ten-thousand goodbyes
Come every night
And every morning I'm here
To say hello.
Author:
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Pairing: None
Summary: An open letter to everyone but me
Because I couldn't be saved.
Be greatful.
This could have been you.
Disclaimer: ...it's not real.
Warnings: Morbidness, suicidal thoughts and actions
Pen meets paper
The way knife meets throat
Gracefully making its way from
One side to the other.
One line.
One message.
An open letter to everyone but me
Because I couldn't be saved.
Be greatful.
This could have been you.
Kiss me goodnight.
This might be the last time.
Your last chance.
I won't be here in the morning.
I wasn't supposed to be here yesterday.
Our lips pressed together.
It's lost that golden touch.
But it's safe to say
I still love you.
Don't doubt that for a second.
My blood
So beautifully paints the walls
Red.
He doesn't dare ask for
The kind of paint I used to
Get such a lovely shade.
Or why I went for
A darker tone.
It was blue inside it's can.
Don't you just love it?
Don't you just love me?
Flesh and blood
Skin and bones
Scars and scabs
Cold.
Dead.
Ugly.
In your eyes, maybe.
To me,
Beautiful. Warm, and when
I'm dead, oh I'll never feel so
Alive.
Pen meets paper
Knife meets wrist
Blood meets floor
My ten-thousand goodbyes
Come every night
And every morning I'm here
To say hello.