I pulled the trigger no one would
sit and listen,
I sent myself underground for all the
wrong reasons,
sent all my troubles underground,
spent all my time with my head down,
and I know that I'd be next on
death's list,
even though I knew deep inside I just knew
I had a life to live,
I knew no one would listen to a girl in
pain,
no one would comprehend a girl in
disdain,
am I sure that I was able to live
that life in vain?
Am I sure that love is what I wanted to expect
it to be,
why the trigger hit my brain to dash my
dreams,
he wants to be there but he can't hear me,
in death I am in the dark with everything,
but in real life I am nothing,
maybe a speck of nothingness is all I am,
but I know shutting my heart was what I
never regretted.
Maybe I'm just crazy in the head,
that all I've wished is for me to dead,
but even as I try to comprehend how I
feel,
I know that this bullet in my brain is real.

Elizabeth Tyease Collins

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