Pull It.

Pull the trigger,

Wait for it all to splatter,

I'll fall down,

But what does it matter?

You've hurt me already,

So go ahead,

Just do it again,

Anyways, soon I'll be dead.

Maybe I'll choose cyanide,

Or maybe an overdose on an OTC drug,

maybe a gun will do,

Just because you couldn't give me one last hug.

I'll tie a stone to my feet and dive down deep,

I'll smoke 'til I have no more breath,

I'll jump 'til the force knocks me out,

Just so I can taste death.

The funny thing is,

I never used to think this way,

But now that you're gone for good,

It's the only way I know how to behave.

Creepy smiles,

And distrubing thoughts,

Bloody messes,

All from one simple painful loss.