I should pull a trigger to myself.
So that you'd be so proud.
That I didn't exist anymore.
Where life wouldn't be the same.
And I leave silence in my side.
That I hear the grief of my friends.
All because of my life pains.
That sharpen then stabbed me.
As then it would tell my struggle.
I had a heart inside of my body.
But has been thrown and taken.
Bled for me till my nonexistent.
I show my true quiet when dead.
As I can't speak and haven't spoke.
Only when I'm talked to and from.
