This living situation
has taken a toll
I'm fourteen again
Bedroom door closed
Stereo turned up
Sitting in my closet
Closet doors closed
Screaming into a pillow
While planning it
When they went to bed
I would sneak into
the livimg room
Get dad's loaded gun
Sneak into the back yard
And shoot myself
in the right temple
I always cried it out
I never actually tried
But on so many occasions
I've planned my suicide
Not much has changed
Since I was fourteen
I don't have a closet
And dad doesn't load
the living room guns
anymore