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Dying
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MescalinePerfection PM
This is a poem that I wrote when I was about 16, so it's somewhere around 11 years old. One of the first I wrote, and I was in a very dark place in my life when I wrote it. Obviously.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 139 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3048999
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Dying.

The rain falls around me,

I cannot stand the pain.

My life's falling down in pieces,

Should I go or should I stay?

The gun is on the table,

bullet tucked away inside.

Now if I could only get up the courage

To pull the trigger and die.

I'm sorry to those who cared about me

And even to some who didn't.

I love you all and no matter what,

Please keep me in your heart.

Most of you were there for me,

Through the best, and now the worst,

I just can't let you see me like this,

Can't let you see me hurt.

Just remember me when I was happy,

Forget the suffering you see now.

Let my memory live on in spite of everything,

While I relax upon a cloud.

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