Shoot Shoot Bang Bang
Your silence has spoken volumes.
Your inaction has pushed me near the edge.
Your absence has left a crease on the pillow from the night before,
the night that you never came at all.
There is no need for you to pull the trigger. I know how it helps you that the cold steel is resting on my temple, instead of yours. You are merely shifting the blame, irregardless of what you have and have not done. There could be a thousand and one reasons; pride, fear, self-righteousness, ignorance, confusion. But, in the end of the day, none of it really matters.
There is no need for blood, sweat and tears to be spilled. I have already been hanging from this noose, far longer than you know. From far before you would even realise that maybe you do care, and maybe you should do something about it. From far before you would even flinch the slightest bit, to break this silence. To pull me away from this ledge.
You should've come over, because it's not too late.
(But then again, even if you do give a flying fuck, when will it be too late?)
