Robin~

No one wants a troubled boy

Show them you're a stronger boy

But I can't even lift my head to the thought... 

All of the thoughts I fought

All the bruises I got 

And inflicted...

I'm aware of my sickness

What exactly am I conquering?

Suicide is my personal conjuring

Plenty are concurring

So why not?

I love you Mom..

Make sure you tell my Pop

I never knew him but he was always in my heart..

Thank god you can't hear this shot

To my sister

I'll miss ya

You're basically my daughter...

Just remember all I taught ya

To my unwed wife...

My unborn...

I'm so torn

No ring planted and no makings of a life form

But I would rather my child not start life scorn

Where will my spirit go?

Don't proclaim you'll see me in heaven because you never know

I figured a bullet will be less painful 

And loud enough so someone will finally hear my handful...

Problems I have a handful

Well...I had a handful

With no one to hand to

Laid them down finally and grabbed the Smith & Wesson from the mantel

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