She placed a gun!

She placed a gun

Side of her head

Pretend to pull the trigger

Wishing to be dead

A game she played

Most every day

It made her happy

That was her way

Then came the day

No more to take

She found a gun

That was no fake

With bullets real

Placed to her head

Pulled the trigger

Now she’s real dead

She didn’t want

To play no more

The gun she held

Was not a toy

Been pushed too far

Too many times

Within her death

She found her joy.

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