The tracks on her arm were in shapes of hearts
she just noticed , she smiled
not the kind of smile , that lights up a room
but a weak smile of knowing it wont be long
on the table in front of her pills, liquid courage,needles and some left over
pixie dust from the weekend
She often played the russian roulette game, of will today be the day
What drug of choice will cause her death , cause her demise
As she shook the bottle pills , and poured them on the table
separating the colors
in nice little piles
as her OCD kicked in
A movie of her life played within her mind
fucked up as it was
she had no regrets
As she pulled the trigger
to forget
written by Dr. Blogger ( painterofwords)
**never let todays heartaches cause you to do something you cant take back ***
Intended for Adults Only 
This is good.
It enlightens people that each track may represent the path of each tear within oneself, covered by the scars of needles and pills.
Nobody realizes what someone’s soul may truly be until they die…and that’s is extremely sad.
And some don’t even need drugs, pills or the bottle. Some just end it as an unsolved mystery.
Such was the case in a friend a little over 2 years ago…we still don’t know why.
This is why I hold nothing back on how I feel…I want people to always know…even if I am screaming and rarely whispering.
People need to be less guarded so this doesn’t happen.
Oh…and yes. Gun control would help.
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sad souls usually dont have control over their emotions , and i agree say what you mean even if you have to scream .
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Jules this is beautiful
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Such an emotional poem. Thx! š¢šš„°
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