Words…

Broken promises, empty words,
Nothing that I ain’t heard.
Sorry oh this, sorry oh that,
Something came up, oh my tyres flat.
While I’m here sat with a gat,
Wondering whether I should splat
My brains onto my mouse mat.
Finger on trigger, things getting risky,
Thinking whether they’d miss me or diss me.
Eyes gettin misty,
Feel the adrenaline, need a pissy.
No going back now, gonna pop now,
Heart’s gonna stop now.
Thoughts run through my head,
What would they say if I were dead?
Would they simply RIP and put me to bed,
Or would they wonder why I went painted red.
Mum comes to mind, she’d be devastated,
So amazing, she’s never hated,
Wish I had I her power to be elated,
Let my problems go, keep my heart ungated.
She’ll miss me, don’t want to part,
Could I really break her heart?
Could write a letter but where would I start?
Yes, No, Yes No,
Mind starts to slow, to flow, to know,
That I can’t go.
Got things to do, people to see,
Mum to please, gotta give her ease.
Gifts to give, a life to live,
Need to forgive.
Throw the gun on the floor and open the door,
No ones at home, let out a roar,
Go to the phone, think of mum and brother,
Dial her number and tell her I love her.

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