your heart is racing,you feel the cold of the steel against your hand
thoughts are running through your head,trying to think,think of somthing,anything
looking for reasons.finding only bleeding and bruises
trying to feel,looking for love and finding only emptyness
your mind goes back to the present,your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest
you reach for the trigger,you look back upon the past
the heartache,the pain,
it's to late to go back now,whats done is done
the past is unchangable....
and your head tells you "pull the trigger" and your heart stops
2007-08-02
21:11:53
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