Suicidal Reach

by Ian Robert   Sep 10, 2004


If there ever was anything real,
I wish I couldn't feel,
Intense,
A .45 aimed at my head,
Hidden within' myself,
At least my feelings have been shown,
With blood streaks,
If I die here, all alone,
It'll be for more,
Than you'll ever know,
Tomorrow,
No one will remember.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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