Taken idea

I feel the anger rising,
It’s about to hit the top.
I start to slit my wrist,
And I know that I can’t stop.

He really knows how to push my buttons,
He does so every day.
He makes sure my life is hell,
And that I’m hurting in every possible way.

He torments me,
Till I can’t take no more.
So I hide in my room,
Behind my closed door.

I take the blade,
And hold it to my wrist.
But I have to wonder,
Why I’m doing this.

He’s put me through hell,
And messed with my head.
He deserves nothing,
But to be shot dead.

So I walk outside,
And load the gun.
Who knew my pain,
Could lead to such fun.

I walk up to him,
And point the gun to his eye.
And say, “you’ve killed me inside,
Now it’s your turn to die”.

I pull the trigger,
And with such glee,
I say, “that’s what you get
For messing with me”.

I hide his body,
Underneath the stairs.
Then hang myself,
But nobody cares.

All of a sudden,
I am awake.
It was all a dream,
But the idea I take.

I’ll take the gun,
And point it straight in his eye.
And soon enough,
He shall die.

But along with him,
There is me.
And soon enough,
I shall be free.