Yelling To God
I remember that Phone call
That took the breath away
It was your voice
Cracking on the other end
You were tired of this fight
You were tired of giving it your all
To only get pushed down onto the floor.
You were done fighting this worthless fight.
It broke my heart hearing you say "I'm done."
Nothing came and nothing passed
Time was standing still
When you pulled the trigger
Gun shots echoing in my head
Its the only memory I have of that night.
The pain still kills me
And I yell at god
for taking you away.
I didnt want to believe in a god
who would take someone so pure away,
Your heart was hurting but you gave it your all
Now i'm left here asking why
So god if you hear me
Hold him tight
Never let him feel the way he did
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