She would talk about death almost every day Her family and friends wished she wouldn't It just brought them down...the things that she'd say But she wouldn't stop...no she couldn't! To her it was a way of preparing for worse Whether she "really" was dying or not. She knew she felt signs of physical decay Her "mental" health basically shot! She did have her "wits" she wasn't insane But reasons to live eluded her... Always spending each day in "some sort of pain" Made her feel that this life had excluded her. So she talked on and on about, "what's the big deal?" To die isn't such a bad gain! "Death"'s not the enemy---it's how I must "feel" When I must spend so much "life" in such pain! Eventually, people just stopped paying heed To these ramblings she kept pulling-off It was easier just to ignore things she said "The sheep who kept crying the wolf!" Then one day her lover came home but to find Her "sleeping" so calm in her bed He didn't think much of it until he saw The blood trickling down off of her head. She had taken a gun and shot through her mouth And blown away all of the pain She was dead, she was gone. There was no coming back No more "talking" of death e'er again.Birth sign: Pisces
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