Wait out the pain
Put down her whole life till she said she was done,
Felt like her life was over so she picked up her gun,
Loaded one bullet gave the barrel a spin,
Put it up to her head,
It didn't shoot,
Did she win?
She said "God I guess it's not my time",
But I'll tuck it in my drawer for the next time,
That I feel lonely, hurt, and abused,
Does causing others pain really amuse?
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