I just can't seem to take down these barricades,
that in place of a father I have made.
Can't put a smile on my face,
while emotions are hiding that I can't place.
I have all this hatred inside,
that I feel I can no longer hide.
Hate you, my father.
Hate you, my mother.
Hate myself for everything that I have done.
So here in my room I will pick up this gun,
and place it next to my head,
ready to die after all of these tears that I have shed.
Nothing can stop me now,
as I end it all with a final "pow".
 
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