aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh life.
there once was a boy who loved to paint. he loved it so much that colors made him faint. yet he painted anyways. he painted trees, he painted birds, he painted worlds, he painted words. and this is where i stop rhyming. he loved to adventure with his sketchbook and pencils. never ever making one mistake while drawing so he never had an eraser. he went places a lot. he had eyes the color of fresh golden honey that saw the worlds darkness as something of light and beauty. as he grew up he discovered he had adhd as well as dyslexia but he learned to make better of it in just a few months. but then one day he met a girl with long blond hair and a killer smile. he chased her for years giving up his once undying passion for art. he started to play guitar and dressed differently and acted differently. he got her and gave up all form of art for years. one day he found her in bed with another boy. he wanted to kill them both but he stayed silent and went home to paint. he painted all their good times and then burned it all. he repeated the same routine for several months until he met a girl on the bus who was drawing on her arms. a few years later he asked her to marry him. she said yes. she developed brain cancer when she was 4 months pregnant with his child. she knew it would cost a lot to find a temporary cure and they were having a large money problem. she shot herself on the night of their anniversary. he came home from work with a bouquet of her favorite flowers to find her laying in a pool of her own blood and with the gun in her hand. he cried and cried and cried and cried for months. a burning agony growing deep in his chest. one day it burst and he shot himself with the same gun she had used.
based a on true story.
KILLY12
I see
It's symbolic
Just like our lives, we are sent out in one direction, among for something
Some hit the target
Some miss
Some backfire in the chamber and never get to be shot
But in this case the gun isn't real note is the bullets
Meaning neither is our lives
My god
Happy-Little-Trees
i've been shot