Romeo ’s regret

I slit my wrist in hopes to bleed out my heart.

.............

I wanted to feel the way I felt when we first met.

S**t. I wanted to feel something.

So I poured it all out on paper like a suicide note in hope that it will bring us closer to hope.

The irony in that is in my last breath, it was your name I spoke.

The blood splattered page empty with no feelings-

And us a mere memory of life squandered by death.

And u? 

A tad bit too sane to be my Juliet.