So i found the hand gun i knew the old man had. im not into guns cause i have morals against them so i dont work them well but i know it well enough to shoot. so i cocked the gun and couldnt figure out how to fix it without shooting it so i had to take it outside and shoot it. powerful little thing. crush my skull good! so ive been really thinking about using it to end my life soon. but i guess im scared to do it. i dont know why. i cant find anything worth staying alive for. being dead sounds […]
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Hand Gun
Im going out,
With your notes in hand.
They get to me so much,
It is something i dont understand.
I kept all the letters,
The ones that you wrote.
I miss so much,
Getting a note.
I read them once more,
Before i grab my knife.
I remember our good times,
When i didnt think of ending my life.
But now that is over,
And I am done.
Im not going to live like this,
So I grab my gun.
Tear run down my face,
I let out my pain.
Put a blade to my wrist,
Slice threw a vein.
Thats how they find […]