i leave my house with a 357 in my hand who do i shoot first? i think i'll start with the person in front of me who always gets in line ahead of me who's next? i'll shoot the person who always looks at me suspiciously at the grocerystore and thought i was stealing while my schoolmates robbed him blind or the racist guy in his blackthunderbird who almost hit me with his car or the racist teacher who tells me that i'll be nothing in my life or the scumbags who drive by and scream the word "fag!" from the safety of their windows or the guy who's constantly in my face cause he thinks i'll back down or i guess i'll just shoot that guy who bullied me back in grade school the experiences were short the memories were long or maybe i'll just shoot myself save myself the trouble but the darkness clears from my head that wasn't going to work so i get up from my bed return to the world till that next time when the world that has squirreled away my life and my love for what i am proves its uncaringness and i want it to stop just once. ___________________________________________________
Reason for writing:
just think about it.
Birth sign: Aries
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