How can you hurt so badly,
Yet no one knows how bad,
You let it build inside you,
until you erupt, and can't take it,
You put the gun to your head,
Thinking things will get better,
Because your not around,
To feel the Hate and the hurt.
Then the next thing you know,
Your putting the gun away,
Because you want another chance,
But then the hurt build and sticks together again,
And you reload,
But you don't do it,
You feel better,
You've taken it out on others,
You've killed one,
And put others in the hospital.
You feel bad because of it,
Yet good because you don't have the straining inside you.
Things are fine for a while,
Until the hurt builds again,
You kill two more,
and feel fine by this.
The next week you kill your best friend,
All because you got mad at him,
You feel amused by this, Thinking it is some kind of video game,
Then you think it is wrong,
You pull out the gun,
Reload,
And make sure it works,
You go into the next room ,
Where your family is.
You look at them,
say "I love you all",
You put the gun to your head,
Your hear the high pitched screams and crys,
But think nothing of it,
Pull the trigger,
And never said ,"Good-Bye".
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Kait
I know this isn't something you have seen me write before..and trust me it was hard..but I thought I would give it a try.
