She was all alone, going insane
No one to help her through the pain
No one to tell her it was going to be ok
So she decided to pick up a gun that day
All she could think was “They won’t miss meâ€
They probably won’t even notice
How is it they couldn’t see?
What they were doing was bogus
If only she had told someone
Maybe someone could have helped
But she didn’t tell anyone
And before she pulled the trigger you couldn’t imagine the pain she felt
On the dresser she left a note
As she wrote she felt a lump in her throat
On this piece of paper she said
“You don’t know how long I’ve wished I was dead
You never loved me and you never cared
In fact my whole life you made me scared
I’m going to a place where I don’t have to cry another tear
And I no longer have to live in this fearâ€
And with the end of that note
She placed it under her favorite blue coat
She put the gun to her head
Her last words were “I wish I were deadâ€
