Self

God, please take these feelings away
I've survived too much to end it this way
Do I pull the trigger? Will these feelings then stop?
Splatter my brains around his bedroom...
Yeah, that will show my pop!

It hurts really bad, yet I keep it inside
Yet the truth will be lost, he wins if I die
So I go on and try to fight everyday
Help all who I can that wil listen to what I say.
© 1999 Rob Murphy

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