I was sitting on a chair. rocking back and forth. Worn and battered. Scared and alone. Ready for the world to end. I had a gun in my hand. I stared into a mirror swearing myself out. Constantly pissed, constantly depressed, constantly in horrid anger. I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.
The end. short and simple... soo sweet.
Langendorfer · Sat Feb 16, 2008 @ 05:20am · 0 Comments