i see the way out. i can picture it.
i'll make my troubles disappear.
the gun glints in the soft light.
the blood will splatter the wall. i'll fall to the floor.
& you'll walk in too late
to find me dead.
i keep all this in mind
as i write my final letter.
i'm satisfied now.
i pull out the gun & walk over to lock my door.
i step over my bed and lean against the wall.
i put the gun up to my head.
i stare out at the open window.
the rain slides down the glass.
just like my dreams.
i whisper i love you, though i know you won't hear me.
i pull the trigger and the blood paints the wall.
You hear the shot and you run up to my room..
but you're too late. i'm gone.
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