Coward (I'm okay now)

July 18, 2015

There once was a princess who hated her life

Dramatic and surrounded by terror and strife

She made her own world the seventh level of hell

Everyone else's problems were caused by her as well.

She hated herself for it, she couldn't be stopped

So she dreamt and dreamt of the gun that was cocked

To her head and the remains that would decorate the walls

On the floors, on the sheets, and her body: it falls.

There's no nice way to put it, she wishes she were dead

Those words echo in her mind as she puts the gun to her head

"Click" she pretends, wishing it were true

Tears roll down her cheeks, her veins pale blue

But do not fear, for she is not brave

Sadly there will be no one that needs to be saved.

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