I have some bruises that came to be quit simple. From pushing this gun hard against my temple. I scream as if to let out all of the hatred. But I know in the end that I'm the one that made this.. I can't stand to see me even on the good days. Tryin to kill my self in atleast three different ways. That way I'm certain that I won't come back. Drinking acid cause I can't wait for a heart attack. No I'm ready to go today not in fifty years. Chuggin' away on sleeping pills and beers. Dreamin of that time back when i was a baby. When my momma loved me but now she calls me crazy. I can take it though because I am tough. Tough enough to kill this life that is so rough. I stand on the edge of a building so high. Fall faster than the tears that I always cry.
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