Place the gun between your lips
Wipe your palms off on your hips
You want to do this, you decide
You’ve really made up your own mind
Forget the coldness of the gun
Thoughts of living now you shun
Take one last look in the mirror
For one second there you see her
But she’s never coming back again
So just shoot yourself, my friend
Place your finger on the trigger
Don’t leave a not. I’m sure they’ll figure
Out what happened when you’re dead
Your brains blown out across the bed
Forget about them. They don’t care
All they’ve done is talk and stare
You’re nervous now. Your heart is racing
Just stay calm and stop your pacing
You’re breathing hard. Your lungs are puffing
Pull it now. Bang. Then nothing.



i hope you like both this one and the previous suicide one. I've decided to do a collection called The Suicide Series. they'll deal with various ways of doing oneself in, so to speak.
rather morbid a subject, i admit. but there it is.



get better mar! and don't fall sick grace.


i was so high i did not recognise the fire that was in her eyes.

i could have sworn that she was so lovelorn


tonight is nothing more than a completely abject collection of ramblings.


**i must admit to feeling more than a measure of pity and sympathy for you. tough go mate.



absolutely glad to help!! and like i said, it was really surprisingly fun. just dont make a habit of it alright? :) and i hope it scores great :D



i reckon that's my time
so i'll close it with this rhyme
god bless each and every one of us
something something something something bus.



:D