Take My Gun, Before I'm Gone

Everyone hates me
My mom, my dad
my sister my brother
they all call me bad.

Take my gun before im gone
But no ones listening
They all walk away
while she sits there glistening.

She has everything
I have nothing
mom loves her
but hates me.

Take my gun before im gone
is that footsteps i hear?
my finger rests on the trigger
what is there left to fear?

'No!' he says
I can't hear him
for I have lost all my senses.
I pull it back and hear the crack.

Oh the glorious crack.
I fall to the ground
flat on my back
No on loves me
I was a suicide in the making.