The gun

by aknives sweet kiss   Dec 4, 2005


The gun gleams in the moon light
I stare at it
I pick it up
I load it
I aim it at my head
I pull the trigger
It doesn't work
I pull the knife out of my draw
I grab it in my hand
I turn my wrist over
I start to cut
I watch the blood seep

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  • 17 years ago

    by struggling

    This is great keep up the good work.But stop the cutting its not worth it we will make it.
    Love Ya Strugglingxoxo

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Brilliant peice

  • 18 years ago

    by Becca1111

    This is a great poem hun. keep it up
    it seems incomplete tho...if that makes any sence.

    much love,
    becca

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