Are guns the solution to my problem?
Why all my fears have no end?
Do I have to suffer greatly,
Until all my troubles get to me?
Why do I have to feel guilt,
If I thought my numbness was built?
I don't know what to do anymore
But I feel like I'm painfully torn
Oh no, what should I do?
Should I end this with a bullet in my head?
Because I'm probably good as dead
To pay my dues
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Poet's Note:
If you're reading "Detective J: Depths of Fear," then you must be familiar with the main character: John Henry Boulevard Hope or John Hope for short. Well, as I make or write the chapters, it kind of felt like this was in his head and it made me realize how his mental health issue was. So, please read my first book to see the details (it's just in its first chapter, second chapter coming soon).
