I stare up at the wall, thinking about the mess I'm going to make
So I grab a pillow and hold it to the back of my head,as I begin to shake
Afraid I'll hit my hand, I lean the pillow and my head against the
wall
I think about how my body will go limp and fall
So I set up a sheet so no mess will be made
No carpet cleaner will have to be paid
I place this gun to my forhead
I am prepared to soon be dead
Before I pull the trigger, I think for a few seconds and a smile comes to my
face,
Finally....I'm leaving this godforsaken place
I squint my eyes, and make a fist
I know when my Mom sees her white sheets red shes going to be pissed

 
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