David Longoria Poems

I sit in this chair
I pick up a gun
As I run my hand through my hair
I’ll sit here and cry
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Being by yourself
Is pain by itself
Solitary is a prison
Confine in your mind
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I believe you were my cure for all my pain
I injected you inside and let you control my veins
Each day I didn’t know what I’ve turn into
But you made it impossible to go through days without you
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I don't know what to feel
My heart is cold and dead
My mind confused
Don't know what to do
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My life is being drain
After taking all these hits
Each time I can’t see straight
I wonder to myself “Am I okay?
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My heart beating so viciously
Each day I feel it
The urge increasing a little bit
With this shame
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I find a spoon
And hold it over a flame
there’s no one
But myself to blame.
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