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His Nightmare

He sits in a laundry room this gun is his only friend
He's thinking, thinking about the end
The weight on his shoulders is getting bigger
Getting antsy with his finger on the trigger
Pen and paper in hand he writes his final goodbyes
Telling all those he loves all lies

He says “How could you hate me with all that we shared
With all the love I gave and you didn't care
Our fire has become an ember
What about our kiss, do you even remember?
His life's over he finally says it's done
Telling the whole world how he felt with the sound of a gun

The gun didn't go bang, it was a dud
His head hit the floor with a vicious thud
He sits there wishing and crying
Who knew someone could be so bad at dying
Many times he's tried to take his life away
Today is not the day
coty rutkowski
Friday, November 19, 2010
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Aerial Roonie 21 November 2010
this one about you? glad that gun didnt go bang, the world would miss a great poet.
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