He sits there with pain,
As it goes through the vein.
He still made her cry,
After months went by.
Her pain was his own,
When he screamed with that tone.
Now he sits there and bleeds,
For all his bad deeds.
She deserved much better,
Then what he wrote in that letter.
Now it’s too late,
For he chose his own fate.
There were knocks on the door,
As the blood hit the floor.
She looked in with surprise,
Tears still running from her eyes.
As she ran to his side,
He remembered the hours she cried.
He then whispers "Don’t cry.."
"I m sorry.. good bye.."
Poetntraining Community Member 
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