Suicidal Silents Poem by Nate Mojica

suicidal silents..

if you dry my eyes

and wipe my face

ill pitty you..

i understand your a disgrace...

just sit back... relax

while i put the gun to your hidden face....



dont be a coward...

or twist my words...

as ur sitting here reading this...
know that its me hidden behind the covered face

clearly begging to be cut..
or shot with blood oozing down my face..


im writing a movie..

here s your script

keep reading this...

bull

if your eager to pull

know that the clips empty

if its not..

my time

so..
its my choice

pull the trigger on the gun.
bang...

i lied the guns not empty...

as i choose to make this happen....
you cant let this happen...
why? ? ...
because...
it wasn't ment to happen..

crazy....


if life was a bullet..
then i sure shiit to be the gun....

yes...
death