I need to hurry
I need to run
I'm at the edge
Of a loaded gun
What then
seemed fine
But
I'm running out of time
A quick fix would be nice
But life ain't that easy
if life were like that
There'd be more people breathing
A handful of pills
A sharp blade, a knife
We all know the drill
But only some thrive
A piece of scrap metal
Can be all you balance on
when its pointed at your head
One move, and you're gone
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You have plenty of time to come through this and be happy. Good emotive write.
This was one of my favorites of yours because I relate to it so much, your a very good poet and If you ever need to talk with someone actually your age, don't be scared to message me. Well, till next time friend.
Your friend - Hannah/VI
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