Pain So Real

I'd like to show my pain is real by giving you a clue.
A knife, a gun, a noose and rope, Id show these all to you.

I'd like to show my thoughts of guilt and share them with you all.
I'd like to show them with a gun, and use it till I fall.

This little bullet with blood so thick, is tending to my brain. Killing every single thought, which caused me so much pain.

To bad its fake yet the pain so real, is this getting through your head?
Maybe one day you'll think it through and see me end up dead.

Like rust on metal, the pain eats at my soul, and terrors in every way. Keeping all the thoughts within, which were dead and locked away.

My thoughts are trapped within a box, I'd like to open up.
Id like to show these things of life that tend to lock you up.

The guilt and shame, all lingers within, I'm here to show them all.
So get your gun and get your rope, its time that we all fall.