When your depressed and sitting alone, just looking to have a little fun, you grab a bottle and try to drown your sorrows, but then you see your gun. You think to yourself "Why not try it for a rush? Whats your life worth? Do you care?" These feelings of anger and hate that are there, they tell you to end your life, now then- that's fair. You point it and pull, a click and a blast, your life is now over, you are the past. The funeral was nice with all of your family and friends there to say their farewells and to wish the best. Now that you are gone and everyone s back to normal, someone else will step up and get ready to take lifes next test.
Reason for writing:
I got to the point of feeling that I wasn't supposed to be around anymore and I really did not care for the idea of jail. I tried the escape by booze and that didn't work. I figured the next step was death but didn't have the nerve to go all the way through with it. I made it up to getting the gun but that was as far as I ever got.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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