Let Go...
lost inside
dead where he stands
why doesn't he just
let go?
tires squealing
people screaming
and there is blood
flooding the street
in black clothing they stand
thinking, "why did he,
Let go?"
*this is dedicated to more than just my friend, Anthony-Michael, who jumped infront of a car
on December 15th, killing himself. I love you Anthony and I can only hope that you are
happy where you are now. I'm sorry that it just had to come to this. -Always and Forever
you shall be in my heart, Erin Gillian, your Half-Sister.
Copyright © Erin Paule | Year Posted 2010
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