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Aug 2018
I've been feeling suicidal,
For a while...
I don't know how to live.

Just let me grab the rifle,
Get your bible,
Sometimes it's just best to give.

When I shoot, it's final,
There's no revival,
There's no take backs from this.

When the gun's in my hands,
It's all in your "god's" plan, I'm too on edge for this.

I just wanna die, the home, to my endless roam...
Maybe... Make me feel alive?
I don't know, feel like it's a distant dream, or a joke.

Every minute could've been my last breath,
But every minute feels like staring off the ledge.
I don't know what I need or want, nope, there's no more.

I just know what I need to do.
Can you help me find what my purpose is, can you help me?

I've been feeling suicidal,
For a while...
I don't know how to live.

Just let me grab the rifle,
Get your bible,
Sometimes it's just best to give.

When I shoot, it's final,
There's no revival,
There's no take backs from this.

When the gun's in my hands,
It's all in your "god's" plan, I'm too on edge for this.

I just wanna die,
Old suicide notes right here by my side...
I just wanna die,
Can you help me find my purpose?
Can you help me stay alive?

I just wanna die, old suicide notes right here by my side...
...Who am I talking to?
Written by
Nathan Alexander  17/M
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