knife at hand gun at heart,
i think its time i better start,
i place the gun upon the floor,
sit down and block the door,
the knife still in my hand plunges in my side,
is this really how i wanna die?
i take the gun point it to my head,
the pain is harsh,
but now im dead.
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this journal will have my poetry and poems my friends write and give me to post.
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