It looks like she's crying again, and headed towards the drawer. That girl is trying to die again, as a million times before. There were times she wrote his name on pills and swalled them one by one. You would think that would have been enough for her, but she had just begun. Next she decided to slash her throat and watch the blood escape. And then she carelessly to slashed her arms until they had lost their shape. Then there was the day that she tied a noose just to see if she could. She conjured a smile as she slipped it on - and there her body stood. But soon they came and cut her down with the keys she'd let them borrow. They had saved her this time but she knew better - they hadn't defeated tomorrow. So she gave them one of her classic stares that appeared to be sincere. But all she could see was the tomorrow she craved - when they would not be there. Her heart was pounding with anticipation as this time would be different. She ransacked her room to reincarnate death and make her final descent. This discontent girl has found the gun that will luminate her death. And when she is through with this beautiful weapon, nothing will be left. She looks in the mirror as she holds this hate and points it towards her face. A bullet awakes from it's year long slumber, and proves it's youthful grace.
Reason for writing:
All my poems are real & mostly about me
Birth sign: Aquarius
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