Disembodied souls whisper vile words to me,
How to eradicate my life and suppress my misery.
They vividly recount their painful lives,
And state how immediately the distress would subside.A bullet in the chamber, the barrel in my mouth,
From three to zero I begin to count.
Again in my head I play the words of their song,
Hoping inside my actions won't be wrong.The count reaches zero, the bullet hasn't come,
I try again to pull the trigger but my hand is frozem, numb.
I wait for my life to flash before my eyes,
I think to myself, I just want to die.From my mouth I remove the barrel of the gun,
Ashamed of myself for the damage I could have done.
I block out the voices from within my head,
Ashamed of them too, for all they have said.I remove the ammunition and toss it to the side,
Glad I couldn't pull the trigger, Glad I didn't just die.
I lay on my bed and watch outside, at the rain,
And try to think of another way to relieve my pain.The cause of my pain, I can't get you from my head,
I still can't believe it, that you are gone, that you are dead.
I see your smiling face suddenly appear before my eyes,
Before I knew it, i began to release my pain, I began to cry.You were my friend, my lover, forever I will miss you,
And the sound of your voice that could turn around my days so blue.
Your memory will always remain with me,
Your friend, your lover, your forever to be.
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