bartender pour another
to quiet all the thunder
that rages in this soul
i lived life undirected
then over-corrected
now i swerve out of control
time to make a change
can’t live another day
grieving for the ones stolen away
i stare into myself
but the mirror on the shelf
says i don’t deserve love anyway
dear god i’ve begged to you
but you’re fictional/untrue
so my prayers went unheard
i turned to lust and sex
and did so without regret
but my passion would not burn
i’ve had good intentions
but received only contention
self-pity is a sin
so i’ll turn back the clock
take the safety off this glock
let’s try this shit again
heavens just a place
so far out in outer space
that i’ll never see its gates
and hell cannot out-do
the fire i’ve lived thru
and the misery that i face
i have nothing left to lose
all resources have been used
and booze don’t numb my pain
i’d say one last fuck you to this world
but i’m just some dumb-ass girl
now let’s try this shit again
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Please don’t kill yourself hon. Don’t give up hope yet. Put away your Glock for an emergency. 🙂
Goals: With my gun to my head
And thoughts voting for suicide
I think of nothing but my family
They are going through alot now
But, me dead
It will finally erase my insanity
Though they have gone past enough
I wonder on my epitaph, will it say ghouls love me?
All though everyday I wish it.
It’s only once a month I attempt it
I can’t wait to receive my long term gift.
I am sorry for my sins. Don’t really care if I am forgiven. I don’t have a point to this. But there is no coming back from death. “After life” is bullshit.