Put The Gun, To My Head

By LittleMissMillie! • October 22, 2009 21:13 UTC

Put the gun To my head Pull the trigger Make me dead No more life No more pain No more memories to sustain My death will come so very quick Without hesitation I hear the click... The darkness is riddled with light I fall to my knees and start to loose sight I see the blood its running fast Sweet relief has come at last

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May 1, 2008 14:24Ashley Reneë *Raining Tears*

this poem reminds me when my best freind was devastated with Green Day and she wanted to put a gun to her head

May 9, 2008 01:15love nothing >>--

it's simple. but it's good.