Wrong side of the gun

One day i found myself on the wrong side of a gun,
except i was holding it! it was me! i was the one!
thoughts and images ran through my head....
i couldnt believe what i had just done,
the end of my life had just begun.....

Fear and Anger overcame me,
i looked at the lifeless body on the foor and dropped to my knees.
All my anger turned towards my mom and dad.
"well here i am! your baby!!"
"none of this sh*t would have happened but this is how you made me!!!!"

I had killed someone who wasnt suppose to die,
but i had to do it cuz of all the night i cried.
and now he is dead and gone.
The sorrow feels my heart as i look in his eyes,
i never thought suicide is how i would die......

yeah i wrote this in high school, i was trying to make it like my ghost was lookin at my body as it lay on the ground and was freaking out about what had just happened. so yeah,