slipping into the past every time darkness has come and the light has passed
yet I still can't get myself over how you passed..
wrists dripping red rope around your neck all because they wished you were dead...
yet you never understood never took me literal when I said I loved you to death....
to this day I remember that night how I pushed you up grabbing the knife cutting the rope starting the chest compressions hoping you was still alive with EMS dispatch on the line ......but the breath would never rise your chest was silent no thump just the gleam in your eyes as I held you close sat there and cried...that night is a constant reoccurrence but I assure you this steel pressed against my dome you had nothing to deal with I spin this revolver two bullets inside everytime i pull the trigger hoping one day I will feel bliss....that's real talk ~tat~
By john tenant
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
