“There aren’t any bullets in it”, you said as you held the gun so tightly between your legs,
Just one of the firearms you keep on you in case you want to end it all
(Which you do).
You find no passion in life, so you resort to ******* people off and staring at screens to fill the time.
You dull all of your senses that you can with anything around you.
You want to end it all, and you plan to soon,
If someone else doesn’t end it for you.
“There aren’t any bullets in it”, you said as you fought to keep her from shooting you in the head
Because that spot was only reserved for you.