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 Mar 2014 Dayana Young
Zac C
Suicide
 Mar 2014 Dayana Young
Zac C
If I could whisper
more words
down this barrel,
Believe me,
I would.
But for now
I'll let the bullet
sing for me.
3/17/12
One pill
Two pills
Three pills
Four.
Draft
No I am not going to **** myself
Can't focus
Can't cope
Thoughts blow your mind
A gun blows mine
Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs

White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
*Suicide
And I
Was so stuck
On my own
Little
Problems
That I totally
Missed
That you were
Suicidal
Too.

— The End —