Lay on the gentle soft sheet of my bed,
With my face buried in the pillow,
Ashamed of showing my face to the world,
For what I’m about to do,

Not to sound selfish but I hate my life,
I know it was God’s gift to me,
But my gift to him is my life back,
I know he can make something worth full of it,

Tonight I have cried in so many ways,
Tears flow down my face and arm,
This pain I can no longer hold within,
My life will soon be over,

Slowly I lift up my hand with a loaded gun,
Aim it straight at my head and pauses,
I think if I really want to end my life this way,
Close my eyes, holds my breath and pulls the trigger.

 
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