Sitting all alone
With salty tears
Streaming out my eyes
All I hear
Is my dads voice
Projecting louder
I am contemplating suicide
As I reach in the drawer
For the gun
I think again
Do I want to do this?
Yes, I do, it’s final
I walk to the end of the line
I pull the trigger
My bloody corpse
Hits the ground it’s last time
Finally
I’ve released myself
From this bloody hell