Every night it's the same damn thing.
I pick up the cold gun.
I place it to my temple.
I want to pull the trigger.
I want to so bad.
I get so close.
And then i stop as a bead of sweat drips off my nose.
I put the gun down.
I lay down on my bed.
I stare at the ceiling for a few hours.
I drift off to sleep and one last thought crosses my mind:
I almost commited suicide.
I didn't think twice about it.
I didn't bat an eye.
I almost commited suicide.
Almost...
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i really really like this
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altho it is a bit morbid...lol
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wow, what makes you write this, at this moment in time?! and i love it btw...simple but amazing, as always
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thnk u hun...n wat drives me 2 write these things r my own mind...i write wats inside...tht, n alot of ppl can relate in sum way 2 wat i write...those r the only reasons y i write wat i do...if these thots werent in my head in the first place, i dont think id ever write...
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i understand completely
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