Seeing the Light
Seeing the light
Is always the worst part
Because it makes the lungs breathe
And it revives the heart
It makes your brain
Start to run
And forces your hand
To let go of the gun
but then the light starts to fade
And your happiness starts to go
Yet you want to hold on
For just one more show
You buy yourself
An extra hour
Before your own mind
Begins to devour
The life you imagines
For yourself and others
Picturing your own suicide
Which will kill your mothers
And then with nothing left to say
You take your last breath
And your mind thinks to itself
"You have forced your own death"
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