This is a poem I wrote about a friend of mine who was having some problems in his personal life. I know it sounds like I am contemplating suicide, but that is not what this is about(just wanted to clarify this).
Sorry!
Trigger on the gun,
Can't find the courage,
Shmack dab alley.
That's where it needs to be.
Rattle around,
Messin' things up,
Major damage,
Still alive.
Fu**ed up,
Nothin's that bad,
Too late now,
Bullets rattlin in my head.
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