The gun of life
Victoria
18 Jun, 2011 04:24 AMAs I pick up this knife and this gun And walk into my dark room, I know you feel no guilt, for what you've done I put the blade to my wrist, and pull it through my veins As I do, I feel something warm run down my arms So as I look down I see the dark red blood going down my arms My eyes start to water, and tears roll down my face, N Sync with my blood As i start to feel no pain, I slowly pick up the gun I put the end into my mouth, feeling the cold steel upon my tongue As i feel the cold steel, i put finger on the trigger Before I pull the trigger, i look down at your picture As i look down i know you will not feel no guilt, nor pain My fine thoughts are that i will never see you again, not even in hell My eyes still fixed l upon my picture, then I pull that fatal trigger
Tags: Death, Depressing
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