Going through life; unhappy
No reason to live; time to die
People say they’ll miss me
I know they won’t
Can’t live with this depression
Hate my existence so
Just want it to end
No money; no life
No one to love
So jealous of those
Who have friends in their life
Who have family; husbands; wifes
Sick of being alone; all these years
The gun I’ve had a long time
I know it well; an extension of my arm
The mouth or the temple
Doesn’t really matter
The metal tastes bitter
The last thing I think about
A tear rolls down my eye
Pull the trigger
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