Sometimes I think I don't deserve to exist,
because nothing I do affects the world,
I can neither heal or scratch this world,
as all these emotions begin to twist,
I look at the bullet laying on the table,
and I think of all the pain I've caused to family and friends,
sometimes I wish this life of mine was a fable,
sometimes I wish this life of mine would end,

But I am too scared of dying for another man's cause,
and too foolhardy to admit my own flaws,
which explains why I've never had a successful love life,
and how I will leave this place with no wife,

as I spin that chamber,
I am reminded of my life,
how fast its gone by and how I've grown lamer,
as I slam it shut,
I think of how the end is going to be,
all that spinning coming to a halt,
and what few times I've seen the sea,
as I aim it at my face,
I think of all the fish in the sea swimming around,
constantly swimming around in an awfully full place,
with no purpose except procreation in a place with no sound,
as I squeeze the...

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Authors Note: Amazing... At least being depressed brings the artist back into me...