The reason I

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