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Revolver
Drowning in the pool of tears.
Falling myself below a bunch of fears.
Just sitting on an edge with no one.
Eyes blind like clouds without the sun.
Hate when water falls over.
I just watch myself holding a revolver.
Then fires it somewhere in the forehead.
So easy to end a life that was dead.
This reminds me of a quote I
This reminds me of a quote I once heard and will never forget. Well, more of a conversation.
" Why would you keep doing it to yourself? Dont you see you are killing yourself? Arent you afraid to die?"
"It wouldn't really be dying. Because I never lived. And you cannot die if you never lived."
This poem had a meaning that really struck a chord. Thank you for writing it.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.