Bullet

by Bernita   Mar 3, 2007


You pull out a handgun,
you put 5 bullets
In your pockets waiting to use the bullets.

Wondering what your going
to do with the handgun,
Thinking about pulling the trigger
on some one you hate.

Hoping nothing will go wrong.
wondering if you alomst
did but you got scared.

You say to yourself your
not worth living in this world.

Hoping one day everything wil
be better thinking about
the pain and torture

Only 4 bullets left in the gun.

Hoping I don't use it on myself...

..Wait I just did, BANG!

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