The dark reality of my past.
Is showing my death date is coming up fast.
Because a guns up to my head
All I have to do is pull the trigger then I'm filled with lead
Good because I rather be dead.
All I do is paint my wrist red
Can't you hear me screaming
Off the ledge is where I'm leaning
Why can I only thing about ways to die
My breath is not worth it, life is just a beautiful lie.
I'll just blow my head off so I can't cry
I guess tonight is my good bye
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
