Tears trickle down
On a face with a frown
Soaking a friends shoulder
Crushing them like a boulder

Emotions are high
Self esteem is low,
"Please don't go"
"For I might die"

The slits on my wrists represents pain
"Was it really a gain?"
Crying and crying for nights on end
"I can't do it" said my friend!

If you run I'll pull the trigger
"Wait come back!"
I thought you were the one
Soon all will be black

Two shots, no clots
Once a stud
Now only blood

The sound of silence
The smell of gushing blood
The sight of the light
Goodbye world

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