Sr. Moderator: H&R, Words
- Nov 3, 2008
Goodbye. This won't last forever.
I'll be back. I hope I won't but I should be.
I'll only be gone for a few days. What might seem like a few years. What should be forever. Forever wouldn't be wrong.
Don't forgive me. I don't deserve it. Save your empathy for someone else.
Forever doesn't seem so long.
Clarity sets in and I begin to see myself for what I am. What others see. What no one wants to see.
Where everyone should see nothing but ash and air.
We all leave a smoking gun behind in the corpse incinerator. Is the gun a symbol of my death or is my death a symbol of the last shot?
Why aren't the bullets as colorful as the pills?