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!