God help me

Got murder on my mind 

but it ain't what you think

I"m the one that wants to put the own gun to my head and push delete

And I'm begging on my knees

"God will you please?" 

Show me the path of where I got to go

cause I really don't know

I know you hear my prayers

"please, I beg you, get off your thrown and walk down heavens stairs."

It's getting harder to handle

I'm ready for everyone to be walking down the aisle with a candle

Are you listening to me?

It's getting harder can't you see?

I don't know how much stronger I can be

Are you watching me?

Are you walking right now with the key?

Will it put me in a better place than today?

The horrible visions in my brain

So graphic and so insane

As I watch the blood drip down the wall

I realize I'm in a gaze staring at the gun hall

Wondering which I'm going to choose from them all.

Don't test me and say I won't

I'll go to the river, shoot my brains out, and you'll watch me float

Would anyone cry?

Would anyone realize I was not alive?

I feel like I'd be doing everyone a favor

Just end it all and call it a good day sir. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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