it's over
i'm done
don't stop me
from pulling my gun
words of hope
mean nothing to me
cause i know
they can't set me free
don't argue i'm wrong
cause you aren't right
i've got to go
i've lost the fight
don't hold me back
don't cry and weep
it's my own choice
so let me speak
i leave you with
no words of truth
only feelings
that i've been used
you'll feel the same
you'll feel my pain
it's all part of life's cruel game
so step away
hide your face
it's breaking my broken
heart again
so i bid you adieu
my friend
brace yourself
for the shot
that will save me
pointed at my head
three inches of lead
now i'm dead
my friend
my good friend
this is the end
you read my note
you cannot speak
pools of my blood
lie at your feet
and you wonder,
what has she done?
~erika boal