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Go ahead, pick your poison The thought races through my mind It burns a hole in my brain I just want to get it over with I close my eyes and pick up the first thing I feel A gun, I bring it to my head and pull the trigger as quickly as I can... Nothing... I throw it down, picking up the next thing A bottle of pills, I try and down more than enough, but they won't go down... I throw them away too I take the blade by my bed stand and I go to cut...but I can't bring it closer... I close my eyes and I let the tears flow from my eyes He wants me to stay...but I just want to be with him
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Weapon of Choice
Go ahead, pick your poison The thought races through my mind It burns a hole in my brain I just want to get it over with I close my eyes and pick up the first thing I feel A gun, I bring it to my head and pull the trigger as quickly as I can... Nothing... I throw it down, picking up the next thing A bottle of pills, I try and down more than enough, but they won't go down... I throw them away too I take the blade by my bed stand and I go to cut...but I can't bring it closer... I close my eyes and I let the tears flow from my eyes He wants me to stay...but I just want to be with him
This is about the struggle of a woman who lost her boyfriend and wants to join him, but just the thought of what he would think is what is stopping her from joining him.
#love#suicide#sad#hate#sadness#death#loss#happiness#hurt#of
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
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