The days were longer,
The nights were colder,
All she wanted,
Was some one to hold her.
No one noticed,
All the pain inside,
Should she end her life?
She had to decide.
A simple shot,
Would end it all,
She'd take one last breath,
And then she'd fall.
So she raised the gun,
To her head,
One shot,
And she was dead.
Now alone,
More than ever,
He feels his heart,
Is in a blender.
He was the reason, she pulled the trigger.
Jan.11th 2006
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