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Just another poem I felt like writing. If you like it, thanks and rep will be appreciated if given.
You pour out a little wine, trying to pretend everything's fine
But really on the inside all you want to do is whine
About how if you didn't send your friend out this time
He could be right beside you during halftime
So now you crying and trying to hang on to past
And you moping and hoping that this grief will soon past
But it won't past and you don't know what to do
Because a small part of you thinks it was because of you
That's when that part of you snaps and yells out to say:
"I can't take feeling and living like this one more day!!"
So grab the gun and point it towards your head
And think of the ironic peace you can resy with once you're dead.
You can't escape the pain and heartache, so now you're done trying to hide
So you go ahead and pull the trigger and commit SUICIDE...
You pour out a little wine, trying to pretend everything's fine
But really on the inside all you want to do is whine
About how if you didn't send your friend out this time
He could be right beside you during halftime
So now you crying and trying to hang on to past
And you moping and hoping that this grief will soon past
But it won't past and you don't know what to do
Because a small part of you thinks it was because of you
That's when that part of you snaps and yells out to say:
"I can't take feeling and living like this one more day!!"
So grab the gun and point it towards your head
And think of the ironic peace you can resy with once you're dead.
You can't escape the pain and heartache, so now you're done trying to hide
So you go ahead and pull the trigger and commit SUICIDE...
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