Suicidal Thoughts...

by Dianna   Nov 24, 2004


She holds the gun towards her chest
More than anything, she needs peace and rest
In her heart she knows that this is for the best

She closes her eyes and pictures roll by
She sees ghosts from her past, she's starting to cry
They're haunting her mind, they're crashing her sky

Images of lost loved ones, she sees their faces
Her mind is taking her to a variety of places
She's ready to leave as she after-life embraces

Feelings of temporary happiness, feelings of permanent goodbyes
Her emotions are out of control, there's a blank look in her eyes
Too many times, she's been abandoned, left alone with the lies

She thinks of the times when she was badly mistreated
By people whom she trusted, whom she loved and whom she needed
She knows that it’s over, she gives up, she feels defeated

There is only one way, to reverse this evil spell
But can she go through with it!??
Shall, shall not, shall, shall not, shall, shall not, SHALL
She has to, coz then she will finally be free from this hell

So she draws the gun closer, down her cheek is a stream of tears
Once again she sees glimpses of what has happened through the years
She takes a deep breath, then pulls the trigger, and disappears

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