It doesn't even matter anymore
I sit here holding this beautiful gun
With its help, my pain is gone
The most beautiful explosion I'll ever hear
Is that of this gun as the bullet draws near
Hitting my skull and killing my brain
This cute little bullet will end my pain ...
Through life, I have been a fighter
Standing, believing in all so sweet
Slowly degrading,
I have been stripped and cut
That nothing has remained but a hurt, broken doll
Bruised, battered she is ... that’s me.
I have reached out for friendship, love and peace
Alas ... 'tis only pain, scorn and rejection I find...
I don't know how it came to this
My life you see, has never been bliss
Happiness has always eluded me
And when it's in my grasp
For some reason it has to flee.
I wish it didn't have to be this way
Wish there was some other way
To deal with my pain
I think of my small nucleus of a family and sit and cry
They may wonder why I had to die I hope they do not dwell on me
The best thing for them Is simply to forget me...
As life in general, has forgotten me in any case.
RIP ... I loose
Please if you are suicidal please seek help
www.suicide helpline.org
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