You have hurt me. Over and over again. Not just the beatings. The embarrassment or threats.
You told me to fuck off and die.
I didn't give you the satisfaction of me saying goodbye.
I went to our room and locked the door.
Searched in the closet and under the bed on the floor.
Hidden away in the top of the dresser; was your shotgun that I had been looking for.
With a quick glance at the door then made sure it was loaded.
I put it under my chin with my finger on the trigger.
I closed my eyes and took one last breathe.
I pulled the trigger and I was gone in a flash.
You ran to the room and kicked down the door.
You saw my body laying on the floor.
You fell to your knees screaming and crying.
As you picked up my body you realized what happened.
You layed me out on the bed as if I were sleeping.
You grabbed your gun and loaded it once more.
As you started to hear sirens you blasted off your own head.
Goodbye fucker we are both dead
I hoped you learned your lesson. And I'm glad you're gone.
I'm happy that I'm in a much better place where I don't have to put up with your bullshit anymore.
