Last night i put the gun to my head
let off just one shot
fell back words onto my bed
no more drama everything stops
i lay motionless in my own sorrow
as my heart and soul leaks out
I'm the boy who always saw tomorrow
said everything would always turn around
I'm a liar who shows no remorse
my life means nothing just a waste of time
at some point i veered off coarse
they'd find me guilty if emptiness was a crime
do you swear to tell truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
i say yes but i never have or ever will mean a word
immature in my own youth
the bottom of bottles tell me what just occurred
i step outside and squint my eyes toward the sun
its funny how this doesn't make any sense
well this is what happens after a bottle of rum and a BB gun
its called Russian roulette under a false pretense
Wow, i hope your not thinkin about doing anything like that! its a great poem with so much feeling to it. My Ex girlfriends best friend killed himself playing that game. Take care man, hope your not thinkin the same
