End of a Relationship = Death

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End of a Relationship = Death

Am I a failure
Do you want to call it quits
Do I make you angry
Do I not get your hints

Should I swallow a bullet
Should I take my life
Am I all your problems
The cause of your strife

Can I tie the noose
May I be allowed to leap
Into the darkness of the abyss
Where the issues may keep

I am not a loser
I do not deserve this
But maybe with my death
I will someone you finally miss

Pull the trigger
Lets both hear its bang
Pull away the trap door 
You can watch me hang

This life is over
Take me to the gallows
The noose tightens
I cannot breath or swallow

The bullet passes through
I can feel it burn
When they come for you
It will be your turn

If this is a relationship
I take death
If this is love
I welcome my last breath

D.B. Johnson

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

DBJohnson’s Poems (43)

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No sign of Love 0
Cruel Fate Of Survival 0
Confusion to Anger to Madness, or Last Words of The Loveless 2
Last Days Of Marriage 0
Desire 0
My Son (Jack) 0
To All My Brothers (Family) In Arms 0
Abuse 1
AMERICAN MEN 0
Friendly Questions 0
Tree 0
Love On A Evil Mind 1
Beaten Boxer 0
Terror In my Dreams 0
Confusion Or Love 0
A Divorced Fathers Worries 0
Cleaning Up After Lifes Mess 0
Truth of a American Working Man 0
Father Of Nothing 0
Better Then Me 0
End of a Relationship = Death 0
Writing 0
Christmas Without My Family 0
Lost It All 0
Final Words 2
Marriage, A Prison Sentence? 1
Cold Lonely Night 0
Self Questioning 0
A True Poet 0
Writing- My Safe Haven 1
Military Funeral 3
Stormy Emotions 2
Uncertian Future 2
Soldiers Wife 4
History 2
Mother and Child 2
Written Friend 1
Romeo's Juliet 1
Loss 5
A Little Boy's Search For Understanding 1
Showdown To Battle 1
First Time Making Love 4
Stormy Emotions 8