The gun and a bottle of red wine
I took my gun and I drank up the last bottle of red wine.
Four hours and a bottle later I held my gun in my hand
pointed to my head, I pulled the trigger.
I'm dead.
Everyday is like that specific day, I drink my bottle of red wine.
Then I put my gun to my head and I shoot myself dead.
Everyday I die, but I wake up again
hating myself even more than the day before.
Neither a gun nor a bottle of red wine
can save me from myself
This is the story of the gun and a bottle of red wine.
This is a story of me.
Tills vidare, drink up and good night!
// m
Comments
Posted by: Ida
Damn! jag bara läser den om och om igen, Du kan verkligen skriva du! :)
Posted by: m
Hehe tack så mkt men denna är verkligen inte det bästa jag har skrivit om jag får säga det själv :)
Men men tack för din kommentar och fortsätt läs, det gör mig glad :)
