Category : Poems
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I'm ready for the bullet
to tear through my brain.
Ready for it to blow out all of the pain.
As it goes crashing through my skull,
I hope it would tear down all of my walls.
I want that bullet to rip open my mouth,
so I could say what I think
without fear, without doubt.
When that bullet pierces my skin,
The world can see me
and see all of my sin.
Watch that bullet rip out of my head,
a life that is dead.
I'm ready to die.
To start all over
with a brand new life.