Just, Let Him Die
It kind of eats into me and leaves me to ponder.About the things that I want, all that I lost and
cannot re-own.
Bitterness engulfs him from the inside, and overflows
in his sobbing. It's not often that he is broken in
this manner and he feels a piercing humiliation in every
escaped tear drop.
I am still willing, to say yes, to be nice and give
more than required. While it has me a pleasant emotion,
I wonder how you feel.
Confusion emerges from the eye to eye contact. He is
comforted, but afraid; he looks away. It must be
possible to remain and be all right. It does not have
to be this painful.
But as he lost himself deep in memory and aggravated
thought, I put a bullet through his temple. To end the
tightness in his chest, physical hurt and unconditional
crying that proved the existance of medical depression.
Just, let him die.
chill-
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