The Note

by Elise Johnson   Apr 7, 2006


Blood surrounds me everywhere
and on the bed there is a note,
all you can do is sit and stare
at the words I had wrote:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You can sit and you can listen
but I know that you don't care
about what I say and what I'm missin'
it's like your not even there,
so I'll take the gun that's in your drawer
and put it to my chest,
for I have nothing to live for
so killing myself is best.

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