by halie   Jan 31, 2009

Blood pours down
from my wrist
as i only start to slit
i pull the gun up to my head
and all i do is only dread
whats the point in life
without you.
you are my sun, and my moon
your not here so im threw.
i only want to pull the trigger
one more person
no longer with us.
i wont be the first i wont be the last.
so whats the point in living this life
i cried last night over you
i slit my wrists
and yelled im threw
then finally i was done,
i pulled the trigger
on the gun


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