waking up each morning dragging my *** out of bed I rub the sleep from my eyes shake the fogginess out of my head
I feel the chill of the morning air the dampness of the dew I make a *** of coffee wait for it to brew
I see the people coming and going through out the day some of them are family they want to stay and play
it all seems so normal tiresome InΒ Β a way taking it all for granted it's how we get through the day
then the night has come loneliness fills the air I wonder what it's all been for I wonder why I care
it's 12am or midnight the start of a new day I put the gun inside my mouth and blow my head away
Many people live normal routine lives, they go from day to day wearing masks. Telling everyone that everything is fine. And then one day, out of the blue, there dead... suicide. You wonder how and why? It's a surprise and a shock. That's why this poem is written the way it is, and I hope it will surprise you and shock you.