It's a cold December day. I look to the heavens and all I see is gray. The leaves have fallen and been wind swept away. His actions flood my mind. The memory never seems to fade. How could he choose to leave them behind? His obsession manifested with hopelessness and hate.
In a heartbeat he made a choice.
As he raised the gun his life erased.
Ever since inside I have lost my voice.
As he fell to the ground from the blast.
Ever since inside I hear the noise.
Ever since I can't shake my past.
I wish I could be the one. The one who used to feel alive. I wish I could be the one. The happiness in others lives. I wish I wasn't the one. The one who feels dead inside. I wish I wasn't the one. The one who on that day couldn't save him as he died.
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