I held the gun to my head
Loaded .357
Blow my head off
It'll be better
The cutting didn't help anymore
No physical pain hurt deep enough
To dull my tormented soul
I pulled the trigger
.
.
.
Nothing.
The chamber refused to release it's fiery doom upon me
That'll make you feel more a failure
**** I couldn't even **** myself right
That's a kick to the soul
To hear the click of that hammer fall, and nothing
To be left still seated and alive