Don’t call me to help
Even if I ask
Don’t help me
You asked if I’ve been thinkin’
I have
I’ve been thinking about her
I know she’s your daughter.
I loved her too.
My dad said it’s not so bad
That just made me mad
He doesn’t know how it feels to see someone die
I’m sorry I couldn’t dial at least I was able to say bye.
I’ve put back up some walls so don’t have any light.
You couldn’t even push it down with all your might
Are you ready
I’m gunna be running through more snow than the yeti
I’m head for a closet.
I think there’s a gun in there
But before make a new sound I’m gunna pause it
And eat up my fears.
I’m sick of keeping back my tears.
As u can see this is suicidal.
I took time out to wright this for my idol
No not the one with the bible.
The one- oh wait found it.
The bullets were hiding the darer.
Oh how life has become such a bore.
Well I cant tell you my idol.
But think of this sound.
A sound of a gun then a splat.
I hope it’ll reach the mat.
Goodbye
P.S. my card is in my wall.
No this is not a lie. goodbye
- Author: Jalso ( Offline)
- Published: May 19th, 2011 17:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments2
Really sad... I hope you weren't writing about something you actually want to do... 🙁
Interesting poem
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