A gun to my head about to pull,
I start to wonder if my funeral will be full,
Clap! Clap! No I am not dead,
That is just something falling off the bed.
I can hear the ringing of a bell,
Not even dead as yet, but it is time to go to hell.
I start to wonder a lot of crop,
Hell is far I think I am going to need a map.
I might have to pay a toll,
Don't know really that was what i was told.
It happen now there is a hole in my brain,
Surprised! Because I didn't feel a second of pain.
This gun for a moment didn't even stick,
I have to say it was so quick.
I will be missed,
But of course I knew why I did this,
Now all of this pain will go away,
It's over now not another day.
Also I guess doing this thing just amazed me,
Killing myself was crazy. Maybe!
What the hell it's time to wake up!
Now I think I want to live,
Won't forget but at least forgive.
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