gun play

I wish I had a gun,

with just one bullet.

I'd drop the hammer down,

grip the tripper, and pull it!

One shot,

straight through my brain!

I bet that would stop the voices,

end all my pain!

I'm tired of feeling how i feel,

sometimes a soul is too damaged,

hurt so badly it will never heal.

It's just not worth it,

I no longer want to try.

I've loved and lost, and lived my life,

I'm always lonely and wanting to die.

How much am i supposed to bare?

Sometimes i squeeze my eyes so tight,

and hold my breath so long,

bargaining with death, promising I wont fight!