I am trying,
can't you see?
I am trying to be,
what you want me to be.
I don't get it,
you just don't see.
That your words,
are ruining me.
You say you are tired,
you say I hurt you.
Believe me I never wanted,
I don't know what to do.
You ruin me,
by saying you are done.
You know what?
Just give me a gun.
I will end your pain,
right now if you don't mind.
I guess you do,
'cause your heart is so kind.
So kind,
that it came through the darkness in my mind.
But still,
you are done.
Give me,
give me that fucking gun.
And if not gun,
just give me a knife.
This is my game,
this is my life.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
