Holding up the gun....

by ReinaPuente   Nov 6, 2008


Holding the gun up to my head...
ready and set to pull the trigger...
yet hoping someone will come and stop me...
before theres really no turning back...
i wish i knew better...
i wish i knew best...
the truth i cant tell...
the scarres i cant cover...
the secrets will soon reveal...
life i try an taim...
but its a fact that i live in vein...
the drinks that i took...
the pills that i popped...
the cigrettes that i smoked...
those are the moments i wish i could erase...
see that line, i crossed it and im sorry that it took me so long to realize that who i was wasnt me, i grew into something that seemed so easy for a moment, then it came clear to me, that it was only making me wanna kill myself...

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