if cruel words were worth
a fraction of their cost
and all you spent
was a cent of who cares
on a letter that you
wrote without any ink
on a paper of glass
stained with blood
of my tried
and weakened attempts
at lifting lead
off my heart,
you,
would be,
a fucking,
millionaire.
lifeofawillow 
Lovely, a great mixture of an expression of pain with dark lifting humor. At least that’s the way it struck me. Thank you
-J
You’re welcome. Thanks for reading. Glad it struck you that way. Spot on 😊