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  
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.   
Written by Blake25
Published | Edited 21st Oct 2019
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