It Hurts To Hear Your Voice
Never have I heard such a sweet voice. Never have I heard such beautiful words. You never ceased to find a way to amaze my ears, my eyes, and my heart. But now I realize how much more I am missing. You seem to understand my tears but yet you continue to cause them, because when I hear your voice I collapse on the floor, my eyes begin to pour. I lay there thinking of what I lost. You probably would sit there and laugh it off. I feel so wrong. You raped my heart and threw it on the ground. It doesn't matter what time of the day it is, it hurts the same to me. When I see your face I start to cry. Put my head inside my
hands, Try and gain control back again. It has never worked once, but its the only hope I
have. One day you will look back and see what you never saw before. I will still be here
for you. But its when you rip out my heart and suck the love clean then shove it back
inside and forget all about me that I cannot comprehend. I feel my arm reaching for the
gun. Tears run down my face for the last time. I put the bullet in the clip. load the clip in the gun. Cock the pistol back and Whisper "wont this be fun". I put it to my forehead,
Nothing told me to stop. That night you ripped out my heart
you took my soul with it. I place my finger on the trigger and pull as hard as I can. but before the bullet hits my brain and my life comes to an end, one final thought runs through
my head. "I wish you could love me the way I loved you. I wish I could show you all the things I did for you." But now that's not possible, there's a bullet in my head. I wish I could say I love you just one last time, but it doesn't matter now, for I am already dead...
Copyright © Edward Stute | Year Posted 2011
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