He woke up with a thousand tears,A hurt he can’t describe.He tried to fight away the fears,A gun found hid inside.He grabbed a bullet, just needed one,And loaded it into the gun.He thought for almost way to long,So he put on his favorite song,He started thinking about the past,Pain, the tears then fell.He thought then maybe they would see,If he sent himself to hell.
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Did you find this somewhere? It's a very sad poem. What do you think it's talking about?
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