The nightlight makes me smile
Just knowing we're here
I just want to stay a while,
And hold you
I then awake and realize
It was another dream
Here I go again
Why am I so emotionally attached?
My friends told me it would not last
But I just became latched onto her
Next thing I knew life passed real fast
And now here I am being real lean
And trying not to be noticed when I take dad's gun
Then run out of the house
I arrive
There's a knock on the door
He asks "What are you doing here for?"
"I'm so sorry," is all I can manage before I pull the trigger "I, I'm so sorry. My god I can't take it anymore" then there was one last gunshot
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
