How could you leave me here,
how could you,
did you not care I wasn't getting any air, did you not care I was laying there dying?

Did you ever love me?
Was I ever good enough for you?
You didn't think of the consequence's when you aimed your gun,

but you didn't care either when your bullets pierced my skin,
I was bleeding dying on the floor,
I was becoming no more.

The pain was growing through my body and my soul was escaping.
That's when I learnt that the end of death was ecstasy,
that all the things about this life I had been living mattered, but didn't anymore.

That this was game over,
the ending of the story at least that's what I was thinking until my eyes opened and there I laid upon the hospital bed,
still fighting for a life I thought I already lost.

Everything that I wasn't expecting came true.
I learned what it means when life and death meet and the battle they are fighting,
it seems that life was the winner after all,

that I was meant to survive the fall.
You weren't going to get rid of me that easily,
destiny wasn't ready for me.

Inspired by a book I read and also about how my dads, dad shot him and he died and "came back".
I plan to write his life story one day it's a very long story!
My dad is alive, he just has a very interesting life story I plan to write. Sorry if I confused anyone.