I sit and think of how things are,
I think of how they've been.
I can't help but to realize that,
at life no one can win.
I try to cope and carry on with the misery within.
Thinking things will change someday
and yet they stay the same.
I say some prayers and write these rhymes,
to try and ease the pain.
Living life while wanting death and hoping for gunshots.
Sometimes I sit and think of life and suicidal thoughts.
Yes it's true I get these thoughts,
some homicidal too,
I feel this way and get these thoughts from pain that's caused by you...
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