Thought After thought
Tear After Tear
I dream of peace year After year .
60 pills didnt **** the pain
A gun in my mouth was just part of the game.
The misfire of the shell leaves me in this life of Hell.
I lay in thé dark in thought of fear and  how to get free of these voices that haunt me  from day to day. And Night to Night
I think of suicide or to smoke the pain away.
My tourtered mind and forsaken soul will lay here in darkness for eternity and waste away....