I shot myself tonight [engels] - Uitkomsten

Bang, bang... (17 x uitgekomen)

In front of the window I sat down. Raindrops fell against the window, creating a calming sound. Staring and wandering I sat down. Thinking back about me childhood. I was five and he was six. I was white and he was black. We used to ride on horses made of sticks. We were young and laughing all the time. Playing cowboy, our favourite game. You used to shot me down. You always won the game. He shot me down. “Bang, bang”. I hit the ground… But season came and change the time. We grow up and got older. I fell in love with him. I used to call him ‘mine’. He always smiled at me and said: “Remember the time we used to play? I shot you down. Bang, bang. You hit the ground. Bang, bang”. Our love wasn’t supposed to be. White should not go with black. I was rich and he was just a boy from the streets. Our love was dishonouring our family. Our parents wouldn’t allow it. We hold secret meetings in the night. One night his parents noticed. And he seemed sad and different. Didn’t wanted too talk with me. He walked away without saying goodbye. A few streets further I heard this awful sounds: Bang, bang. Tears appeared into my eyes. I ran to the streets where I heard the sound. Falling down on me knees beside the man who I loved. A Last smiled on his face. He held my hand and looked deep into my eyes. Tears rolled over my cheeks. He was bleeding really badly. He shot his self it seemed. And he whipped the tears of my face. “Don’t cry my love. We both knew that this was not Gonne end like we wanted too. I can’t live without you. But we can’t be together”. People picked him up and carried him away. Brought too a hospital. I could not go along. The last thing he said to me was: “Bang, bang. I shot myself down. Bang, bang. I hit the ground. Remember I always shot u down”. Now he’s gone and I don’t know why. And sometimes I still cry over him. He never came back from the hospital. Nobody cried over him accept me. His parents couldn’t understand him and didn’t seem to care. My Parents were happy; no longer could I dishonour them. I missed him so much. Now I’m old, and still think of him. I feel I was the one that made him kill his self. I could never forgive myself. I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Bang, Bang. My baby shot me down”.Now nex I lay next down too him, on his grave forever with him now. “Bang, bang. I shot myself tonight...”