Blood stained letters

This assignment was about what gives you the blues.
I did two for this. the second one will be posted soon above.

Blood stained letters.
I’m writing to reach you. I pour out my heart for this.
Deep engraved marks of words of love, my love.
These words don’t come easy, yet I’ve been repeating them a thousand times over.
This time I feel as if I will be writing the last time, the last letter.
I’m empty and bruised. What is there left to say?
The pen has dropped; these empty pages are full of ink.

I justify myself in words.
Yet, they don’t prove worthy to you.
My vocal cords are weak from screaming.
My fingertips have become calloused.
Fast scrawls of words that count for everything.
Carving every sentence, everything represents you.
Blood stained letters, I’m pouring out my heart to you.
For what it’s worth I tried, a thousand times over.
Why don’t you hear me?
I feel as if I’m giving my last breath, my last chance to you.
These letters remain fresh. The pages aren’t creased and used
From being read.
I close my eyes and hope that this feeling will fade away.
I've grown restless with all the love i've lost.
This is the hardest part, writing to reach you.
I haven't reached you.
I don't register in the depth of your mind anymore.
I haven't reached you.