Blood! !
I was going to commit suicide
was what I was going to do
this weekend
I'm tired of speaking
like I'm all fine
when I'm not
Sitting here crying
Tired of lying
to myself
Its my fault
Derek died
I should've joined
a suicide cult
I dont ******* care
anymore
I'm just going to walk out that door
onto the stage, put that gun to my head
Pull the trigger & then I'm dead
I'm lying on the floor
my blood spilling all around
poem by Tia BraveBull Bredeson
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