As I sit here tonight,
calming my soul,
I finally realize my life's role
I'm supposed to die
not sit here depressed like this
Yes, I have too, no one would miss me
I each for my knife
no longer want to prelounge my life
start to cut
But,
the blood so sharp
so cold,
so nice,
I no longer wnat to slice
to die like this would be a tradgedy of its own,
so I stop, I think, I pulled out a gun
I smiled, I laughed, this will be fun
I pulled the triger
BANG!!
the gun fell
as the gun fell to the floor the barrell still hot
one bullet in my head
lying there on the floor as still as the dead.
 
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