Category : Poems

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I stare at this gun
Eye level, right down the barrel 
Nothing happens 
I make faces at it 
Insult the gun's mother
Agitate it to point of shooting Me, nothing happens 

I get down on my knees begging for its mercy 
Take my pain take my hatred and end it all with one shot
Nothing happens, 
Aren't guns suppose to kill?

The hell with you I do it myself