It’s there. The death of me
What I’ve been hiding is finally set free
Its the fact you didn’t pay attention, it was really old
But know you will hear how it was supposed to be told

Made it to my room , and there wasn’t light
I sit in on a bed  blinded by blight
I didn’t think that “it” was gonna be there
Until I look under the pillow and I wasn’t scared

Memories start with the good ones though
I start to smile,  as they went by slow
Until I seen the others, that made me still
I started to cry, and swallowed all of my pills

I picked “it” up, and placed the bullet in
I placed “it” underneath my chin
My finger is held onto the trigger
My heart starts racing and my brain felt bigger

The people here. Always called me a clown
Well who’s laughing now. * Click* *POW