I want to leave this world,
more than anything.
I hold the gun to my head, but I do not pull the trigger
I coldness of the gun against my skin numbs me.
I want to pull the trigger
but yet I hold back
Why should I live? I ask myself
I live for my brother, and for the things that he's been through.
Finding your mother dead in her bed is not the way.
Dear God,
why?... Just why? No need to ask the question that's been on my mind. I've been waiting for your reply but still not answer. So many questions that you leave floating around. Is this your plan for me? For us? The pain that you put us through?
the only thing meaningful... I do not know..... close my eyes now....
Say goodbye.. I will leave my mind now... it's so much better
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