Sunday, August 5, 2012

He Doesn't Know What Death Is.

I say I want to die,
then you point a gun to my head,
telling me I don't want to die
because I flinched,
then assure me
it's not loaded
while failing to realize
we all WANT to die,
but in our own way.

My trust in you
was just a bit too high
judging by the mind
that looks back on
that heartless day.

You think
you taught me something that day-
a lesson in your own
rock hard head.

Really what you taught me was-
a true story can never be too true,
and it's finally time to 
leave this friendship behind.