http://slow.writerscafe.org/XHeatherxHorrorX The original writings of author Heather Mason en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051768 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  My death was like a horror movie, with blood and gore and death.I died because i hated myself and someone shot me dead.I died at my wedding, dressed in red and black.I was never loved, and I never married my love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XHeatherxHorrorX/314599/  I sit up all night and cry in bed, I miss you so much i feel dead. You never called, you never cared, until the i died in my head. You always said you loved me so much, you cared so much you'd die with you me. Now I'm without you, and I died first.Now you call me everyday, you tell me you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XHeatherxHorrorX/314589/ i wrote this when my first boyfriend broke up with me.... but stuff in the poem has nothing to do with him.... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XHeatherxHorrorX/314339/