• I feel the shaking of your fingertips,
    As they roll upon my back.
    You hold me like you'll never see me again,
    But little did I know.

    It was the night you risked it all,
    You took the noose and hung it high.
    Just to hang in it's grip,
    Until it takes your breath away.

    You had said you last goodbye,
    I didn't believe it.
    If I did, I could of held you longer,
    I could of told you not to.

    But the knife in your chest,
    Had been pushed so far.
    Even if someone tried,
    It would not budge.

    So all a girl can do,
    Is sit here and write dumb poetry.
    She really cared,
    But to the point that she's numb.

    A poet uses poetry,
    To say what he wants.
    To tell a little story,
    About a suicide plot.

    Until the poet decides,
    All is said and all is done.
    Just to take the gun,
    And to pull the trigger.

    ....
    Click...
    .....
    Bang...