Don't It

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The pain explodes in my throat

The blade drops at my feet

The blood spills to the floor


The gun's aimed at my head

My fingers are poised on the trigger

I brace myself- I choke back a scream

I'm almost to leave for dead


He pleads for forgivness at my feet

I hold the noose like a life-line

But really it's my only way out

I'm denying him want he wants

But it's only because he's done the same


The tears spill down my cheeks

The blood pours from my wrists

The oxygen escapes my lungs

The trigger is released


I'm sorry for what I've done

I'm sorry for what I've become

I'm sorry for all of my needs

I'm sorry for ignoring your pleas


don't do this to yourself

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