¸.´)(·A key·´)( .¸

It all comes down to a key;
A key to my heart,
A key to my soul,
A key to the bullets kept in the draw.

It all comes down to a key;
A key to my heart,
A key to my soul,
A key to the gun hidden beneath the floor.

It all comes down to a key;
A key to my heart,
A key to my soul,
A key to the courage left in my bones.

It all comes down to a key;
A key to my heart,
A key to my soul,
A key for death to take its role.

It all comes down to a key;
A key to my heart,
A key to my soul,
A key to the tears, that'll fall after I'm gone.

¸.´)(·Tina·´)( .¸

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A/N: Please don't think I'm implying on killing myself. I'M NOT! I'm quite happy with living and you’ll have to try harder to get rid of me.
This poem was inspired with a non-death relating actions that were made by my mother. It would be very much appreciated if you would review my poem, even if you disagree with the subject and the italic written lines. Just try to imagine that something else is written there?

Thank you VERY much for all the reviews on xXQuestionXx and for all the reviews that you'll post for this poem!

Tina