My heart keeps racing
Pulsing thoughts through my head
The gun is next to me tempting
And my knife wants to see that scarlet red
The voices grow louder
Cussing the things I desire
They scream louder
The thoughts spread like fire
My fist connects with the dresser
Hitting hard again and again
Looking back at my gun
Knowing that option is still in
My anger starts to rise
This isn't who I truly am
A tear slowly falls
Like a crack is a massive dam
But I don't stop there
Even when my hands are beaten and torn
I think once again
And regret being born
I forgot what love was
Being in a fights with the girl I love so much
But after the fights and the issues
Her voice doesn't help, nor her touch
There was a quote at one time
A question you could say
But no one knows the full answer
Until I share today
What kills you? The gun or your thoughts? Well you see a gun is stationary but your thoughts pull the trigger. No one ever asks where they got the gun. Or what it means. The gun is the person who makes you want to die. And the bullet is the words going through your head. Let the gun get up to your head and you are more or less dead
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