dreams shatter before your eyes.
screams of "help" that cannot be herad by anyone fill your head.
fake smiles plaster your face.
long sleeve shirts cover the scars and the scabs.
a bottle of Jack attached to your hand.
not a prayer in the world.
not a love in sight.
and the only one he could ever be with is sound asleep without you.
peaceful and optimistic never expecting the final blast.
the last straw.
one bullet away.
just a body on the floor and a head blasted all over the window.
slowly dying inside and out.
everything to end in an instant.
all i have to do id pull the trigger.
BAM!
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