You hung yourself
Strung yourself up
Left this world a little quicker than us
Now I am left by this four poster bed
Wondering what I could have said
I'll admit part of me wishes I could've joined you that night
Pulled up the courage to wrap the rope right
Instead I am left by this four poster bed
Imagining, dreaming, what lies ahead?
But maybe I can let you in on a secret
Since only I am alive to keep it
You have saved my life and I'll never regret it
To honor you is pulling through and saving me from myself
Like the flowers that die and revive every spring
I got your message, I've been listening
I'm here, I'm rejoicing, I'm here, I am dying - to be free
To honor you is pulling through and saving me from myself
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Logan Stanislaw
AUDHD, Non-binary, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good.
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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Brutal, heartfelt and so incredibly touching...hugs to you