You, sitting there,
Waiting for my signal.
I know you will never survive,
But although I don't say a word.
Looking at you for the last time,
Trying to be real.
You're avoidance was present once again.
No more questions pointing at you,
No more life for me too.
Wish I die, wish you live.....
Instead- the bullet turns,
It hits you. And the gun falls off my hands.
You lay there, trying to hide it,
You're in pain, and I'm the only one who knows.
"Please be with me, for the last time. You know it's not
your fault", you say
while closing your beautiful eyes that used to be so
bright.
I get up, looking at the sky,
knowing that despite what you have said- you will never
forgive me.