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Hand in hand the skies
Were blue. There was a lot
between me and you.  

But now the skies have turned  
to crimson red† that spills from†  
my wrist when I fall into this† bed.  

You were the one who taught me  
How to feel. Now that you're gone,  
I'm my worst enemy who I want  
to kill.†  

Nowhere to go and no place†  
to hide, some place far  
away is where I choose  
to reside.†  

Living like a square is†  
no longer my taste.†  
I drive away with this glock  
strapped to my waist.†  

People can say what they†  
want to say. Their opinions†  
are not valid and are kept far away.†  

As the people you love look at me with†  
such disdain, I continue†  
to fill with all this pain.†  

A pain that cuts to my very core,  
whats† left of my heart is now an open  
Sore.†  

No reassurance from the stars for†  
they are all fading. My death is what I'm now contemplating.†  

The end is easier to†  
Embrace as I pour this glass and self medicate while my angel's have  
lost their grip and are about ready to vacate.††  

Before they retreat to the sky, I surrender and let them hear my cry.†  

HELP  












Blake25
Written by Blake25
Published | Edited 21st Oct 2019
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