Gray, I have many poems. But this one I wrote the day I graduated high school.
All these doubts you said would heal
But time just can’t undo
the humility, pain, and torment
I was obviously going through.
I hesitated to pull the trigger
But with the gun up to my head
I fell back onto my pillow
I laid there and I bled.
All the drugs I was thinking
Simply wouldn’t ever do,
Here it is, the gun I took from you.