This Hole You Put Me In Wasn't Deep Enough.

This poem is depressing,

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My life flashed before my eyes.
You held the gun to my throat.
I said my last goodbyes.
You are and always will be my one and only.

You told me not to scream.
I won't disobey.
I started to choke
when you pushed the gun deeper in my throat.

Your dark brown eyes stared into mine,
and you kissed my lips one last time.
I let one stray tear slide down my cheek.
You pulled the trigger and left me weak.