Kyle Bickham

It takes one Mum,
That has one Son,
Who gets picked on everyday in the slum,
To figure out that he wants a gun,
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I'm sorry,
That I've wished horrid things against you,
I was in a bad place then,
But I'm not there now,
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You are the cause,
Of this un-controlling rage,
Of this un-controlling pain,
Of this un-controlling sadness,
...

You,
The un-expecting victim,
About to be crippled by the spread of this infection,
This is transmitted like any other,
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I hear it,
No one else does,
Getting faster,
Closer,
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You see her,
You gaze for a moment,
You imagine what life would be like,
Shared with her.
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Falling,
Yet not one person notices you,
You know this feeling from before,
A deep pain from within,
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Say something,
Anything,
A simple 'Hey, how are you? ' will suffice,
Or just the sense of you being nice,
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I don't want to feel this way anymore,
With the Devil constantly knocking at my door,
Sometimes he lets himself in,
And that's when he starts to win,
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