Mistee's Thoughts

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It feels cold to the touch...
hauntingly cold.

Just as shadows slowly unfold
my tears flow freely
God, I can't take  the pain
What am I doing?
I must be insane.

It feels cold to the touch...
the gun laying there.

The pain cuts through me
 It cuts like a knife
no one should bear this
turmoil and strife.

Are the bullets in...
Ah, yes I can see.
They will end all horror
inside of me.
The heartaches of my life...
I can't take anymore.

Me and my gun,
we sit here on the floor.
Blackness surrounds me
like a dark cloud,
the silence around me,
it's so loud,
I have no one to love me,
no one to care,
Piercing loneliness is always there.
No one will miss me
as I lay in my grave,
nothing to value,
nothing to save.

God, please forgive me
for this is a sin,
but I can't fight all of
the demons within.
Here in the darkness,
I feel so alone,
Stark pain inside of me,
my will is gone.
Hauntingly cold like the
ice inside of me.

I lift my gun so slowly
I point to my heart
and tears pour down like rain;

If I pull the trigger,
there's no more pain.

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