You all have a gun placed against my head
Each one of you has a will to me dead
You all hold the trigger, an action of pain
Each one of you owns a peice of my brain
How many times have I died for her?
How many times have I cried for her?
How many times will I try for her?
Untill I live again?
When will I stop the death of me?
Tread on the path that was left for me?
When can't I stop and best for me?
I need to live again
I need to pull the triggers
On all the guns I own
Because if I lack myself
I'll forever be alone
Author's Notes/Comments:
-Breakdown-
Lines 1 and 2: Those of my past have the ability to kill me.
Lines 3 and 4: They kill me with what they've done, and with that they are a part of me.
Lines 6 to 8: Scince I am the thoughts that kill me, I hold the guns that are pointed at myself. I question my own path of life and what I do is find that I try to feel better for her, because that's what I thought the concept of life was.
Lines 9 to 12: I question why I don't do things for myself, and I see that what I thought was life, wasn't really life. I died and never truly came back. I spoke and acted for the wrong reasons.
Lines 13 and 14: I have to find the strength inside myself to kill the parts of me that are taking over.
Lines 15 and 16: If I don't kill those parts, that's all I'll ever be. I wil never truly live beacause I will not exist.
beautifully written, Peace
beautifully written, Peace ~Jade
"For ever on resounding, and knowing nought of time, our laws but catch the music of its eternal chime" - It Sounds Along the Ages by William Channing Gannett