The clock is ticking, every second is another hour...
How much longer should I wait?
There’s a hole that needs to be dug soon,
my name already engraved in stone.
My soul cannot keep fighting...
I think Its time I go, I wasn't meant to be here...
Wasted space that is all.
I sit in this chair night after night, noose at the ready my gun at my side...
with each sip, my thoughts grow heavier I'm
losing the will to live... Losing myself
again.
I've been given up on and then laughed at
for trying.
I give my heart away only to have it handed right back.
So unwanted...
The love I once had has been chewed up and spat out.
There is nothing left of me but hatred and sorrow now...
Another drink down third or fourth I can't even remember.
Staring at the gun steadily I pour another
two more after...
The bullets in the barrel.
My last words go unwritten.
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