Sitting in the corner of my bed
Listening to the screams ringing in my head
A scream of fear, a shot of a gun
Too scared to go see what happened
But my mind is wondering
I look at people crowding around
All of them crying.
I try to push through the big crowd
I look down and see my bloody face
It was me who screamed
And me who shot the gun,
I had killed myself.
My parents cried, they had all guilt
They argued over which had more
I shook my head as I saw
Me doing this made no difference at all.
 
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