Treasure Island

james d nall,jr

(05/19/59 / blackshear, georgia)

The Baker Act


Thinking I'd harm myself in some way
My family tried to Baker Act me the other day
Little did they realize
I wouldn't go because of their lies

Killing me is not in the equation you see
I just wanted to get away before I went crazy
It doesn't matter what they feel inside
I'm just trying to save my simple pride

Now I think they really understand
That I'm not a child, but a man
I make my choices in my life
I could care less about their strife

So..now the cold taste of steel
In my mouth is the last thing I feel
As the hammer drops and the bullet enters my brain
I say Goodbye to this world and all my pain...

Submitted: Monday, September 19, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, September 20, 2011

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