I committed suicide
On Christmas day
decided I couldn't live the way I was living
Being so miserable in so many ways
Took my gun to my head
Said a prayer to him
Ended my life
With the words singing
'I can't go on on my own
Just no more I can do'
So I told the Lord to take my heart
and make it brand new
My gun was my bible
And I ended my old ways
Became A whole new person
In one single day
Sometimes the ghost of old me haunts me
but I have to remember she's dead
It's just the devil
Boy, he sure loves playing with my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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