I could use every single advective possible
And it still wouldn't describe how much you mean to me
I wory so much about losing you
That I'm forgetting I already have you
You say I remind you of him
Those words fiercely piercing through my heart
The blood gushing through my shirt
I wonder if I even deserve to be with you
So I drink down my depression with cyanide
And blood from my heart and wrists
My words becoming empty
My soul now absent
And the words you speak lose its meaning
Now I sit here
Watching myself fall apart
Staring straight at my bleeding heart
While all the shattered pieces of myself scatter all around me
So I grip this Colt .45 in my head
Aiming it dead on at the side of my head
And I watch my life float away
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