I sicken me. Comp

 
I sicken me

The feeling of power you get when u hold a fire arm
Presing the needle against my skin working up
The balls to push it in
I sicken me
Sitting in the woods resting up against a 350 year old
Fir tree pondering all the hate and suffering
That lives within me should i toss this rope up into the tree
And leave all this bulshit behind will my family miss me
I sicken me
The blood shoots into the end of my one mil syringe telling me
I have hit my mark i love this feeling and it sickens me
Sitting at the base of this mossy tree lazily looking around
At my lengh of rope
I am so tired of pushing on thru this world of no hope
Filled with dred of what i am about to do
I sicken me
This tree is so big and beautiful is it going to help
Me take my life tonite and widdow my wife tonite
Leave my family behind to fend for themselves
Leave them nothing but pictures on on the book shelf
As i pack up my spoon and and put on my sock
And round up my shit only one thaut goes thru my
Weary head
I sicken me