& all of these thoughts
Swarm through my head
Each one more depressing than the last
But through all of this
I'm still here
The bullet is loaded
The gun is cocked
But the trigger isn't touched
The bottle is broken on the floor
And so am I
I could survive this all
If I found a little hope
Caught up with all this confusion
If I could see the light
Within all this emptiness
Then maybe I'll make it through
From pulling the trigger
And killing these thoughts.
