I'm cold,bitter,numb,heartless...
could you not see?
I'm sitting right next to you.
I'm not breathing, just watching silently as my
life passes by. I'm waiting for something thats never coming back. I'm walking the path you once ran.
your tears stain the floor as mine never fall.
I sit in the middle of the path (curled up in a ball)
ready to die depression takes over eating me alive I raise the gun to my head (my hands Shaking)
I pull the trigger parley missing the target. Then every things blank I open my eyes
and a smile creases my face for once I was breathing