Bang

by james walker   Sep 26, 2006


Standing looking in the mirror
feeling like no one will care if i die
i pick the gun up off the counter
i point it to my head and start to cry
says to me self will this really fix every thing
i answer yes it will
it's the only ways out
you have no friends no one cares about you
i feel my finger rest up against the trigger
i squeeze the trigger and bang
my lifeless body hit the ground in a pool of blood

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