tattooedyourmom

It was a bloody July the night that you left. I am still bleeding inside from the wounds inflicted. Still waiting for my eyes to turn crimson.

I know that we just met but can you do me a favor and pull this trigger. I'll clean the mess I swear.

They say life is precious but to me it's a struggle. Crawling deeper I feel like I'm buried alive. Gasping for air and choking on your dirt.

it's july again and I'm still breathing. Seems to be my wounds have healed. Eyes not bleeding, vision isn't blurred.

I've known you for sometime now. Thank you for not pulling the trigger. You lifted me up to get some air.

Life is precious and sometimes hurdles come the choice is yours to jump or to fall down. It's better not to take it lying down.