The One I Meant to Leave
I went back to write another one again
This is one may be the one I leave for them to read
I continue to write with tear drops hitting the paper
Thinking of the way it should be
I blink with the slightest clue of how I want it to be
With them all laughing at me,
They don't have the slightest idea of whats going on with me.
For what they don't know what I'm about to do.
I consider if I should make it slow by taking a handful of pills,
Or if I should make it fast with one click of a gun.
But the thought of watching the blood drip as I go
seems like the way I want to be.
With the last Knee I take to pray for forgiveness
he shows me what will become of the people I love if I go.
Now with the guilt in my head I know I can't go just yet
As I crumple the paper telling myself not yet
But maybe the next one will be the one
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