I don't think I'm happy, I don't think
I'm better.
I think I just got used to the pain.
For the only thing that helps me sleep at night
Is the thought of a gun to my head.
Pulling the trigger
with a smile on my face.
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Poems
PoetryThis is a book for my own poems and some poems I can relate to but are not mine. Please vote if you like them and comment if I should do anything differently. :)
