they won’t miss me
she whispers as she pours
another pill in her hand
they won’t miss me
he mutters as he ties the
knot of the rope that will
be his end
they won’t miss me
she laughs ironically as
she loads the gun
they won’t miss me
he sighs as he picks up
the knife
i wish it didn’t have to be like this
they all cry
but now
it’s too late
the pills gone
the rope knotted
the gun loaded
and
the knife stained.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
they won’t miss me
she whispers as she pours
another pill in her hand
they won’t miss me
he mutters as he ties the
knot of the rope that will
be his end
they won’t miss me
she laughs ironically as
she loads the gun
they won’t miss me
he sighs as he picks up
the knife
i wish it didn’t have to be like this
they all cry
but now
it’s too late
the pills gone
the rope knotted
the gun loaded
and
the knife stained.