I’m sitting on a bench,
Holding a gun pointed to my head,
What would I leave here,
If i left now,
Would you miss me like you never do,
Would you kiss me like you never do,
Would you hold me as you always do,
Would I cry on your shoulder like the usual,
I mean it doesn’t matter,
My head, my mind it will shutter,
Until it finally cracks,
Leaving my scars to burst and me to bleed out.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
I’m sitting on a bench,
Holding a gun pointed to my head,
What would I leave here,
If i left now,
Would you miss me like you never do,
Would you kiss me like you never do,
Would you hold me as you always do,
Would I cry on your shoulder like the usual,
I mean it doesn’t matter,
My head, my mind it will shutter,
Until it finally cracks,
Leaving my scars to burst and me to bleed out.
09.01.2018
