Emma Hall

Rookie (20/08/92 / Leek)

My Best Friend - Poem by Emma Hall

If I picked up this gun,
And put it to my head,
Would you know why I did it?
Would you mind that I was dead?

Would you want to know the reasons,
Why I did what I have done?
Would you find it a great pity,
I was best friends with that gun?

Would you think that I was stupid,
To attempt to take my life?
I tried once before you know,
With a very friendly knife.

But after all it’s over now,
It’s a very efficient way,
To make sure that I’d killed myself,
On this very unhappy day.

I got this gun from you, you know,
From underneath your bed,
Does that make you a murderer?
My big Brother made me dead?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006



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