Put the guns down, the pills away
And The knife or machete
Instead be glorified to pray
I won’t ask why, I don’t care to know.
Just know I don’t want you to fucking go.
There are many reasons for you to live
Just think of what you have to give.
Think about what your able to do
Don’t forget that I love you
Don’t you dare let yourself believe there are many people who wish to see you dead
To be honest, I really can’t make things better with the wave of my hand but believe me when I say I’ll be there to help you stand.
Don’t go, your special to me
Just unload the gun and be free.
- Author: Samreen Chowdhury (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 26th, 2019 02:15
- Category: Unclassified
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