Two bullets and two lives
Two knives and two almost good byes
No words to describe the pain but only words so others understand
What I’ve been cheated
So many die making their own goodbye
So I write and write in order to try and make things
Right
I won’t stop until everyone knows how close they are to saying goodbye to the ones they love
A single word a single action can stand in between a happy life and going to a funeral
so I write and write just trying to make things right