I felt like nobody was there
Like God himself is ignoring me,
And I know that is false.
I still look at the gun, though
So, I think what the gun has,
And what it can do.
I twirl it in my fingers,
Yet I put it down every time.
So, what can the gun do.
It can make me go away.
Dissappear.
So, no one is burdened,
And I'll not be a bother
Anymore
