I must have snapped and gone Insane.
I pulled out a gun and held it to my brain.
I yelled at everyone, told them to shut up.
It was fun but now I've had enough.
Dwindled all my happiness, I'm running on Low.
A few might like me, but I'd better go.
Gun with a bullet pointing at me.
It will be better once I leave.
The Lord knows how much I want to die.
And I don't think anybody will cry.
You'll see its better when I'm gone.
No one to mess up and do everything wrong.
Cocked the gun and put it in my mouth.
I have the whole thing all planned out.
I let out a long sigh,
and whisper my goodbyes.
These are my final thoughts.....
