Ed up

by TJ   Feb 8, 2007


I sit back with this bag
full of my
colorful shapes and sizes
i await my
i pop all the pills
smoke my self to non existence
wake up and shoot it up
sit there with my weapon
automatic to my head
cleaning it over and over
counting the bullets that will be in my head
waiting until i can move again
so i can finally rest in peace...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Batman

    TJ...your ah-mazing...