I hear the sound of a gun My gun My trigger My life I hear the shaking of a bottle of pills OD baby Im not chill anymore But still Im somewhat sane Im being watched By an unknown man Please leave, can you Scared ****less sometimes He tells me im dying Hes not lying I think hes a demon Who cares, Im leaving Not looking back I had a good life, didnt live in a shack Maybe ill be missed One more kiss before i ditch this ***** Dont shed a tear Theres nothing to fear Inside im gone Leave in the dawn In the dead of night I die of fright Occasional voices Some clear some hoarser I dont write suicide notes You could consider this a poem Good or bad Dont judge me *** Your bodies going to be in a bag Or they wont be able to find you talk about lag My pants sag You hit me Dont worry, revenge is forseen Mixed emotions Sometimes im crazy Usually pretty damn lazy Mostly depressed In my dreams i shootmyself in the neck I have no dreams It may seem like im hopeless But thats because i am hopeless /Feedback