A poem. Inspired. Written some time ago. Tragic. True.

I don't own this category.

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Hollow eyes

Bloody knives

Unheard cries

Ended lives

Crashing worlds

Dying wish

Broken hopes

Shattered dreams

Thunder skies

Helpless souls

Falling stars

Biting cold

Losing grip

Reaching out

Do you know

What life's about?

Pain and death

Love is nothing

Gasping breath

You are falling

Can you take it?

Get it all done?

Or just end it all

With the click of a gun?

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I need you to

REVIEW!

Please. I beg you. And remember:

Fingers can shoot triggers.

Barrels never mean well.

Destruction causes depression.

Fight doesn't justify right.

Guns get it all done.

Suicide is not just a ride.

Don't make that mistake.

REVIEW!