End

by bleedingximperfection   Jul 2, 2008


Gun lying on the floor
Hangover from the night before
Blood dripping from my cuts so deep
Black eyeliner running down my cheeks
Pain’s the only thing received
Why must this all be?
Heart beating so very fast
Hoping this will be its last
Slowly put the gun to my head
This is something I know I won’t dread

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nobody

    Very good wit word choice! it creative and defently expresses emotions! 5/5

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