The look in you’re eyes made me want to scream
I tried to run, but you locked the door.
“I tried to forgive you,” She said softly
“But the strange perfume, the late nights,”
“I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t.”
Slowly she went for the gun
I uselessly, desperately try to open the door
I drop to my knees and closed my eyes, trying to apologize, again uselessly
I opened my eyes to the gun in my face
The shot was painless
But I dropped to the red stained floor
And bled and bled
I awoke to a see a bed of flower and family mourning me
It wasn’t till they closed the coffin, I realized I was dead.
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"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow