In the silence of your own home As the time hits the same number for the tenth time in a row You were finally found Cold Dead on the kitchen floor Gasping for an answer Till someone busted your bubble with a scream To smell Death To hear total silence And the Echo’s of your last words escape the house, Into the air to wherever you may have wanted to be…
Reason for writing:
a sucide
Birth sign: Aries
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