the sparkle of light in the depts of the dark,
coming from the heart that wants to help
brighten your day.
open the way.
the knife in the droor is calling your name,
the gun in the closet wants you to take the blame.
you dont want to ruin.
The life infront of your face.
But your mind is crazie.
dying within ur mind
the knife starts to grind,
into the arm on the left.
the one you use less.
it bleeds and bleeds.
As you suddenly feel overcome with saddness,
pain,
in-understanding,
when the room starts to spin.
you faint into nothing.
As your best friend walks in.
and holds you until,
you wake up to see your friend crying for you.
He had found the knife that you lefty on the floor.
The gun in your closet.
the blood on the doors.
you now want their help.
more than any time before.
your friend has finally closed the death door.
 
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