I now feel the weight of this pistol in my hand
And all I see is blood
Red and dripping all over the place, so much
I watched the light go from your eyes
I watched as the terror left your eyes
Yet that’s not all I saw... what did I see?
Was that sorrow?
Sorrow for what?
For that I killed you and now you’re no longer able to hurt me?
Sorrow for the fact that you’re dying by my hands?
Sorrow the person you’ve tortured so?
What are you sorry for?
Anything?
For ruining my life?
NO of course not why would you be.
What am I to do now?
You are the one you got me into this
You are the one that forced me to do this to you
My personal terrorist is finally gone
It feels so go to be rid from you
But now I going to get in trouble because of you… right?
NO! Because this is your fault I’m not to blame for this
STOP THAT
STOP LAUGHING
You have no right
NO RIGHT!
It’s your fault, I swear.
~Angel~
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
If you had the chance to end it would you do it?
Would you take someone up on that offer?
Are you in such a bad place that you would say yes?
It’s a sad day when you are agreeing with these questions
Yet we all have those days right?
Well no me I have those days everyday
Those days where you feel like your nothing
When you feel like you could disappear and not be noticed
Where you feel like no one would care if you just killed yourself and not one person would miss you?
I hate that feeling
The feeling that you don’t belong.
God I hate that feeling
So much
~Angel~
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
You said you’d be there
But where are you now, I saw you just this morning
Went home with you even
I went looking… all I saw was some red liquid all over the floor
All I remember is how dark it was and the big bang noise,
What was that?
I hear the doorbell I’m going to answer is it okay?
They pull me out the door, people in a uniforms asking if I’m okay, am I?
Then that’s when I realize that I’m coved in that liquid that was one the floor.
They keep asking what happened to you
But you were right here how I should know if you’re okay I haven’t seen you
Their cruel eyes looking down on me
What are you doing! DON’T grab me STOP!
I DIDN’T DO IT STOP I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT STOP!!!!
I LOVED HER WHY WOULD I HURT HER??
Then I see you being pulled out on a cart thing. What, what is this?
Why are you dead?
NO DON’T TAKE HER!
Then all there was, was numb and darkness.
~Angel~
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
I'll go out with a bang
Not one thing on the brain
Blood all over the floor
You run out the back doo
I told you i couldn't take it anymore
But you didn't listen to one word
But i know you heard, Heard every word
~Angel~
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC