sitting at my desk .....the dark thoughts again have come
look across the room sits a black shinny gun
thinking from where it came as i draw near
the thought of it drags my wrost darkest fear
as my brain took over........ my hand comes alive!!!!!!
grabs the black shinny gun and and points directly between my eyez
i sream oh shit i think this might be the end!!!!
a voice inside my head told me no this is where it begins....
as i stood there while a gun waz pointed at my head
the voice told me to pull the trigger and no one cares if your dead
as i thought if i did a party will be thrown when i die
might as well...... be in hell, forever and eternity as i my soul will surely fry
as my finger queezing the trigger
i thought of mom and dad
the fuck am i doing
surley im not all that bad
as the love for you two the voice suddenly fades away
i drop the gun and come back home hopefully i want a better day
theres no answer why i attempt suicide
no chace in hell should i still be alive
when i attemted it 9 different times.......
im stonger now love is what i feel inside,
for some i know .....sry ran out of rymes........lol
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