Look at all those pretty colors
Shooting up from the flowerbed
They'll be the last thing I remember
As I put the gun up to my head
Look at all those pretty colors
Shooting up from the flowerbed
I'll have to make sure I fall backwards
So I look tranquil when I'm dead
Look at all those pretty colors
Shooting up from the flowerbed
Pinks and blues and purples
But all I can see is red
All I can see is red...
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
