Before it was said and done,
Before I had picked up the gun,
Before what all the people said,
Before the bullet went through my head.
I wallowed in my wrong and guilt,
Sins sinking sand sifting silt,
But it had become much too much,
And finally I built up the guts,
Hoping someone would say stop,
Hoping someone might call the cops.
But my brain had decided long ago,
That it was my time to go,
So I put the gun to my head,
Pulled the trigger, BANG, dead.
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The Things that Shape Us A Book of Poems
PoesiePoems for me, by me, that help me to feel a little less crappy at life
