To my once loved.

The short poem I wrote on my verge of depression, I also want it on my grave stone.

This is the end, my friend.

This is the gun.

The gun is loaded, my friend.

Let's have some fun.

Let's make some holes, my friend.

One through your heart.

Let's make some pain, my friend.

Erase the start.

The times we have had, my friend.

Will soon mean NOTHING.

That's what's so sad, my friend.

This friendship was cutting.

Just one last breath, my friend.

Then you will die.

I can't hold your hand anymore.

You are only a LIE.

Poem by Kyuuketsuki

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