I hate this!
I hate you, my family, and my life!
Nothing goes right
no matter how hard I try
and I tried to change; but I CAN'T
Now I'm back where I was before
When dad finds out I'll go back,
Back to the seventh floor-
I'm sick of this
I can't take no more!
God forgive me for what I do
But give me the strength to carry it through
I found the gun
And it's in my hand
The barrel is cold against my head
My soul feels a sigh of relief
My body falls-
the gun I release
Im sorry to hear that you have to go through all of that. That was a very emotional poem though. Just know that if you need a friend you have one...
~Kwote~
