Feel the power, feel the gun, pull the trigger, now your done!
Sitting in a chair my mind is running circles,
Sipping on a glass on dry, red wine...planning my demise.
I lean forward and open the drawer,
Grab hold of the handle!
I lift it slowly with anticipation,
Waiting for the feel of the cold, silver nozzel on my throbbing temble.
My finger reaching around....carassing the trigger almost thanking the gun for what it's about to do!!
My hand is shaking,
My mind is racing,
Feel the power, feel the gun, pull the trigger, now your done!
The hate for myself and the ones around me is more then I can bare.
The gun still pointing at my head...
Entry point and exit wound, leaving nothing but a bloody mess and a single tear,
The last tear I will ever shed.
People wonder why a 34 year old women who has it all would take her own life.
Maybe, just maybe to get away from all the noise, the back stabbers, liers and all the stryfe she had to deal with in life!
Feel the power, feel the gun, pull the trigger, now your done!
I cant begin to tell of the pain I feel, For several years now I have tried to deal.
Having little to no success,
I have just faced the fact that my life is one big mess.
My life dream will never come true,
As for my marriage...lol...will never last my whole life through.
My life it seems, is passing me by,
I am losing grip of my wants and dreams in a blink of an eye.
Why dont they all just shut up and let me die!!!!????
Feel the power, feel the gun, pull the trigger, now your done!
