just something that came to my head |
I sit alone on my bed every night With this cold gun pressed up against my forehead My thoughts circling inside My finger firmly on the trigger Looking up at the cracks in the ceiling Just my thoughts and this gun Wondering if I should pull the trigger or not If I should just slip away in the dark What a rush it is to have such power To have such control over your life To have such control over your feelings And what will happen to you if I'm gone What a rush it is to have control over you Contemplating if I should just end my life And make you miserable with the guilt of knowing I'm dead because of you Or stick around a little bit longer to make you miserable with me being alive And watch you slowly slip into your pitiful soul as your hate for me grows If I came to you with a gun to my head and asked you to make the choice What would you tell me? Would you be scared? Or would you fell guilty? Guilty for having thoughts Thoughts of how easier it would be without me Or of how happy you could be without me Would you feel guilty for wanting to take the gun and kill me yourself? But I know you And I know you'd say no And that you love me But I know you don't mean those words I love you You don't even know me How can you love me If you knew me you'd hate me And it would be easier for you to walk away You wouldn't feel bad for me and stick around like you do now You would see me for what I really am A monster You would see that all I want to do is hurt you Hurt you worse than you have ever hurt me You would know how much I want you to suffer How much I long for you to feel the pain I do How much I hate you Only if you knew me If you knew me You would hate me And I would love you again Because I love the way you hate me |