Suicide of Love
Letting go of myself;
How much more can I do?
I bleed everyday just to feel,
suffocating slow;
When I breathe I shake,
try to swallow and hyperventilate;
Gorge but should go slow;
Another victim of the suicide of love.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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