Your suicide

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    Your suicide

    You told me that you loved me,
    That you’re sorry for the things you’d done.
    And that you couldn’t live without me,
    As thru tearful eyes you cocked that gun.

    I told you we were over.
    That I missed you not at all.
    And with angry words on my lips,
    I heard your body fall.

    First came the piercing blast,
    Followed by the sound.
    Of the gun and your body,
    Heavily hitting the ground.

    I know I said I hated you,
    No more could I care,
    But you knew where I was weak.
    That the feelings still were there.

    I ran from work so frantic,
    Blinking away the tears.
    Feeling I had lost it all,
    Erasing my past 5 years.

    How could you even call?
    And play that stunt on me?
    For a moment seemed all a dream,
    That this couldn’t be.

    I called your real Mom,
    Told her what you’d done.
    And that you needed help,
    If you weren’t yet gone.

    Next time you want to play,
    With simple life and death.
    Pull that stupid trigger!
    Don’t waste a dying breath.

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    ayyan commented on Your suicide

    05-03-2013

    LIFE IS VERY MUCH PRECIOUS, GOD HAS GIVEN BIRTH ON EARTH AND HUMAN SHOULD LIVE AS LONG AS HE IS DEVOTED, NO ONE AIM FOR FINISHING LIFE, COMMITTING SUICIDE

    Worthless commented on Your suicide

    09-30-2009

    That's Funny and not all At the same time! It seems the psycho's like that are everywhere cuz I've had a few in my life. But it reminds me of when... well a friend that raped me told me he was going to kill me and everyone I knew. He already shot towards me and i got my bullets, knocked on the door and begged him to do it! I even told him I would dig the hole and all, but he was chicken. I left that night and then stupidly called the cops, told 'em the situation and they were going to take me to jail. Then months later on my birthday and my nephews I got pulled over 3 cop cars and 6 cops... They gave me a PPO? I ripped it up and threw in the back! That Asshole was driving drunk no license screwing a minor and cop was worried about me trying to get my nephew to sleep doing 40? This county I live in is the most crookedest!!!That same asshole kept calling me and then got me violated from the PPO and fired from a job that took me 4 yrs. to get and I still can't get one. Where's the justice?

    1990lh

    05/04/2013

    damn that's fuck up is all i can say

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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