Suicidal

Why am I even still breathing? 
When in life theres nothing for me to gain,
There really isn't any point in me living;
i've thrown my life down the drain.

But I just wish people could tell,
That I cant take this anymore,
And that i’m really not well.
Honestly i wish id done it before.
	
All I desire is to be completely freed,
So a bullet to the head.
Guess a gun is all I need, 
Then I’ll be on my deathbed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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