the meaning...
In real life, I had won fingerless gloves at school. A few days or weeks later, I started going out with someone. You have to understand that I'm not like most guys my age (fairly young), and that I'm extremely intelligent. I don't want to get off-topic so ill stick to the point though. Anyways, while in the school park, I was texting my girlfriend. She eventually started thinking that I couldnt possibly be the way I was saying I am. This is because other guys would just hurt her and want se* out of her. I was not this way and she didnt know whether to trust me. She decided not to belive me and stopped talking to me. I couldnt think of something to make her believe me so I cried there in the park into my fingerless gloves. It was there, that I wrote this poem. I thought about my perilous past aswell.
The whole gun-thing was to exaggerate and open your eyes. I not once thought seriously about killing myself at that time. and don't worry, she eventually started talking again and we're in a very good and healthy relationship now. |
