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Gonna Murder Myself
My sences have left me, they have gone on the run
Gonna buy me some bullets and a powerful gun
I'm a dark, dark shadow of my former self
Gonna use that gun and murder myself
Pulling that trigger will be so easy to do
I've nothing to live for now that I have lost you
You were the one who gave my soul energy
Kept me goin like a life long battery
But it may as well be you pointing that gun to my head
All was well in my life until I found you in bed
Not all alone but with my best mate
I have never before felt so much pain and hate
you've turned my piece of heven into a living hell
Gonna murder myself, I may as well
I'm now looking at the display in front of me
Chosen myself a firestar M-43
I've taken my pathetic life back to my home
I have never before felt so cold and alone
In a few seconds, I will be free
Here we go...1...2...3....
poem
by
Katherine Shaw
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