I heard your footsteps
My heart dropped to my guts
I pray to god to end my life
Then to go threw this stuff
The touch of your hands
Felt I was being shot
WITH A GUN
The sound of your belt
UNBUCKLING
Felt like a life sentence in
ONE
You left me with no awards no heavy metals
To place back on the shelf
Just a destroyed book
labeled
FORGIVE YOURSELF
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
I heard your footsteps
My heart dropped to my guts
I pray to god to end my life
Then to go threw this stuff
The touch of your hands
Felt I was being shot
WITH A GUN
The sound of your belt
UNBUCKLING
Felt like a life sentence in
ONE
You left me with no awards no heavy metals
To place back on the shelf
Just a destroyed book
labeled
FORGIVE YOURSELF
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