Before the end of a gun is pressed to my head
and a bullet crushes through my dread
my life will be less meaningful
without knowledge of it
To understand the battle in my brain
think of it as a game
jump scares called anxiety
and a conscious rioting
The pain i release deafens ears
and is silent enough to not hear
a cry of doubt and emotion
a cry of hell and screams
In an over lapse of time
i will surely get what's mine
a bullet to the head
a brain full of dread
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