He Left Me Alone

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I feel pain

It weighs so much

On my shoulder

I want to lift the pain

So I write a letter

To whom I don't know

Those who read

I will never know

I hang the letter

On a wall in the kitchen

I go to the bathroom

I try to lift the pain

With a scratch

On each wrist

I bring pain with me

I feel better

When the pain

Is gone

l.m

I read the poem over and over again that I forgot how many times I did it. My jaw dropped as I tried to consume the meaning of this poem.

I wish this was only about a lame movie he watched. I had a guess. But I kept wishing that I had guessed wrong.