Death is near.
I can see it.
Ten,
Nine,
She whispers in
my ear
"I'm gunna be fine."
Eight, Seven,
"Hopefully
God says I deserve to go
to heaven."
Six,
Five,
"At least,
you get to be
alive."
Four,
Three, "I-I
can't see..."
Two,
One,
"At least
my life was filled with
fun."
Zero.
She's dead.
Why couldn't that bullet've
gone through
my head?
That stranger
HAD to shoot her.
Why?
I can't be without
her.
I need to die.
Tears welled up
in my eyes, falling on her lifeless
figure, as I aimed the gun
at my chest
and pulled the trigger.
Not the best Poem ever...I know. How to make it better???
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