Echo Letter: 3

You won't answer my dying calls, your silence is all i deserve- i know that now. I became selfish and fell to a poison that claimed your life. You once smiled and played with a language only we knew, but somehow you refuse to answer and it hurts with ever breath- every breath that comes and goes- i can feel it dragging out the last of my sanity to be replaced with fear- but what would you know of this- you refuse to answer to my calls as I search under the peach trees.

As breathing gets harder, i find the razor that cuts my skin hurts less and bleeds more- because i know you are never coming back- maybe thats why it hurts to think of you and feel the sunshine. I broke you and stole away a calm that kept you whole- i don't blame you for not answering for all i do is claw at the heart that you gave me so willing- i never meant to hurt the one person i could count on but i did and now your hand holds the razor and cuts between flesh and bone.