Sorry my love

My one is coming to find me today
It has been a long wait
I think of him as I pray
That he wont be a moment late

I start out m morning and its okay
But I am very impatient to see him
That my words all get jumbled up in what I say
The things I think of could be considered a sin

Then morning turns into afternoon
I am starting to get angry
I really want to see him soon
Everyone today is ignoring me

Late at night he is still not in my sight
I am getting worried and scared
I hold together with all my might
How could I think that he actually cared?

I go to my room and take out my knife
I cut my wrist once as I think
How could I think that he wanted me in his life?
There is a pool of blood on the floor it looks like red ink

I stand up and started writing
The room started spinning
There is no use hiding that I am dieing
I start to hear some angels singing

My letter is done
But so I so my life
The letter is to my one
It is by my red knife

I close my eyes
My soul rising above
My one comes in and cries
Sorry my love