i looked at the gun today.... on sale at the pawn shop.... it would only take a bullet... one single pop... and that would make all this shit.. it would make everything stop.... 249 dollars.... for the peice that controls my life.... the lights not so bright.... deep inside my "heart".... i can see no insight... 174 in my pocket... 75 left to go... im gonna do it this time... just to prove and show... that my life was ended on my own means... not that you could know what this means... ive fogotten all my dreams... things r much much worse than they seem... could you ever understand... just what i mean.... as i leave the store... my mind focused on the task at hand... to pull thr trigger.. and leave this land... im not sure why i told you... or what youll get from this... just please when i leave this world... just dont be too pissed..... youll join me in hell... in the wrath of his praise... yer days r numbered.... while im leaving today..... goodbye
Reason for writing:
suicide hmmmmmmmmmmm cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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