She put a bullet through a Bible
And thought it would empower her
But she felt nothing and that’s all she needed
To finally feel nothing
She stopped by my house the next morning
And said “I’m sorry
But I still don’t feel like this life is worth living
You did all you can you do”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes
And said “Darling, I’m sorry
But I’m glad I’m not you"
She said “At least I know this is all temporary
But the carpet grains will still hold stains
Even when you die
You won’t have to face them
But they will remain"
She said she had enough baggage
To rattle the cage of rage,
Worthless, page after page
To rearrange the strange game of pain
Seeping further into a strain of remains
And thought it would empower her
But she felt nothing and that’s all she needed
To finally feel nothing
She stopped by my house the next morning
And said “I’m sorry
But I still don’t feel like this life is worth living
You did all you can you do”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes
And said “Darling, I’m sorry
But I’m glad I’m not you"
She said “At least I know this is all temporary
But the carpet grains will still hold stains
Even when you die
You won’t have to face them
But they will remain"
She said she had enough baggage
To rattle the cage of rage,
Worthless, page after page
To rearrange the strange game of pain
Seeping further into a strain of remains
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