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.
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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