Drowning in Despair


What would you do if I slit my wrists?
Would you hate me, love me, will I even be missed?
would you still think of me the same way you used to?
Or would you hate me for what I'm bound to do?
Maybe I should hang myself,
Rid this pain from me.
Lost in a world,
Forced to just be.
I'll hold this gun shakily to my head,
Pull the trigger now I'm dead.
You should have understood the words I've said.
Heard the words I've drowned myself in instead.

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