Gun to my head
I couldn't pull the trigger
Better of dead
Than stuck with a gold digger
Her love like an axe head
I wished for the release of death
When she left I wanted to filled my head with lead
yet she still look my breath
But she also left me fucking dead
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The Words I Never Said
PoetryI started writing some of these poems in 2018 after homecoming of my sophomore year. I felt heart broken after being rejected but found an outlet for my pain after reading some poetry online. I began writing and found that I quite enjoyed doing it a...
