i sit here
i wait
i feel the pain
and wish for the end
someone make it end
or at least some thing
whats that i see
somthing shines in the light
a glimer of gray
i feel it
it feels cold.
smooth
real.
its a gun
i look at it.
i watch as it spins
on my finger tips
i long for the end
i check for the bullets
there are three
i spin it round
watch it stop
watch it start
i long for the end
the blood running from my veins
i run my hand over it
feeling the coldness
i place it to my head
put my finger on the trigger
i long for the end
and the time is now.
the last thing i see
is you at the door for me

Scarred Unknown

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