Whats the point in living?
I am sick and tired of giving.
I give to people and they don't give back.
All they do is stab me in the back.
I wish my life had never begun.
I am now picking up my gun.
I bring it to my head.
In a few seconds i will be dead.
My finger now on the trigger.
This idea is getting bigger and bigger.
Trigger half puled, and my hand is shaking.
I think about the life I'm taking.
Is this a good choice I'm making.
Well its not like anyone cares anyway. I wipe all my tears away.
I finish pulling the trigger.
But before I can think, My thoughts are blown away.
