In 5.2 seconds my whole life will end,
& all of my ememies, and fake ass friends,
will all have something to talk about,
my sick & twisted revenge.
See, i had no intentions of pulling that trigger,
but i was pushed to my limit as my teardrops got bigger,
i was face to face with my own worse ememy,
the only person in the world who had the greatest effect on me.
i pulled out my piece, heavy in my hand,
the coldness of the steel was surreal but i had no time to understand,
I HAD TO GO.
i was weak & in pain
& because of that i was ashamed.
i took one last look in the mirror & before i knew it,
i pulled the trigger brain pierced by the bullet.
i was a woman with a lot of emotions,
hidden with a lot more pride,
but never in my life had i been more happy to be alive,
i came to a realization that before i could never see,
i had been looking around for enemies
when all along my worse enemy was me.
shattered glass on the floor…
all filled with a reflection of me,
the assasinated me,
the OLD me,
i picked up the pieces & threw them away,
& in the trash is where the old me will stay.
-Kendra
