dansquatch

You give it a heft
To feel its weight in your hand
The gravity of this
Is far from lost on you
You place its cold impassive barrel
Up against you head
Your finger hesitates upon the trigger guard

I know where you are
I have an idea where you've been
For everyone its different
But for the hell present within

Hopelessness and solitude
Have you brought you so far down
With a gun against your head
Waiting on that single round

They call you selfish
But have no clue what you feel
Its not attention, its not a cry for help
You've gone dead inside, all your reason lost
Your'e not some just stupid immature whelp
And now finality is absolution in your hand

So do what you must
But reconsider first
Think of all the ones
That you stand to hurt
Is it really worth the price you pay?
Don't submit, fight my friend
Survive another day