Comments about Morgan Stepek
There are three words written on my wall
Can you describe them at all?
They all mean the same to me
Suicide because of you
My love for you grew with each passing day
My heart had swelled with each embrace.
But I walked in on you and her
Now my body hangs from the chandelier,
As lifeless as the old, rotting pear
In the basket on my bloodstained chair.
I hope you got the note I left.
I love you.