Wrong Suicide

A gun sits loaded,
Held to your head,
I could already see it,
The room painted red.

But with who's blood?

Ready and loaded,
You want to fire.
I can see it in your eyes,
The burning desire.

How could you do this?
Want to leave?
While i'm left here,
Alone, to grieve...

You lift the gun,
Trigger ready to be pulled,
I jump in front,
Suddenly, laying cold.

With a horrified face,
You look down,
To find me wrapped in blood,
Beginning to drown.

I couldn't let you,
Even the thought was too grieving.
I hope you don't find,
My actions decieving.

I loved you too much,
To let you go,
If you loved me,
I'll never know.

But it was worth it, my love, for you.

A gun sits loaded,
Held to your head,
Now you can see it,
The room painted red.

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