This Gun
I pick up the gun.I wasn't worth it.I place it against my head.All I did was love you.I place my finger on the trigger.I close my eyes.As my tears hit the floor.BANG!!!I'm gone.Floating above my body.I realize a few things now.Love its never enough.People lie.Everyone breaks promises and no one can save you from Death.Just wish i knew that before.This Gun
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Tags: Death
- SweetBlood
- Wasn't it beautiful running wild 'till you fell asleep? 'Till the monsters caught up to you
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CasimirJash commented on This Gun
09-01-2009
- emotions can sometimes get the best of you and make you wanna do crazy things, your life is worth it, you just have to be very stronge and love yourself more then anyone else would.
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06-17-2009
- thats deep i have been in that place a few time lately and in the past...dont ever think your not worth it cause if someone makes you feel like that then they are the ones that arent worth it
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06/29/2009
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