AN: If you are easily triggered by reading or hearing about suicide do not continue reading and I apologize ahead of time if this story upsets you. You can message me if you want to yell at me or talk about it...
That bottle that I shot has a hole like my head; it was put there by a god who only wants me dead. Why else would he make my life so fucked up, with my mom screaming at my dad as he's drinking from his cup? My sister is banging on my bedroom door, all my exes shit is still strewn across the floor. I have a bad habit of always writing out a rhyme; I'm hoping that tonight it will finally be my time. My mind is gonna come out and say screw it let's stop, and then I can grab my dad's gun and POP.
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Messy Thoughts
RandomThese are just some things I wrote down to kinda describe how I'm feeling at times. Some of it is a little dark and I apologize ahead of time of I upset anybody.
