Started with a short nap, followed by a gunshot. With his favorite song
playing in the back round. Nothing could have been said when she came home
to find him bleeding from that hole in his head.
So sweetly, kissing him to heal all the pain inside. And find a way to
bring him back today, so you could always say sorry that bullet cannot be
taken away.
Brought a pillow from his bed to the couch. Brought his favorite poem off
the shelf. Depressions in your head, he took it all away, but that pain
still haunts them all today.
Planned out, shot out, broken through you know he’s missing you. His head
is now open, let the light, let it shine, let it burn away and save the soul
inside.

this is about my grandfather.. i never met him, but this is basically how he
killed himself, its kinda scary cause im told i look and act exactly like
him.
 
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