My Final Bow
Written by: Kris Harris
It began with people laughing
Then the jokes cracking
It was funny for them
Not for me,
I began to cut
Deep and bleed
It didn’t help
Not one little bit
I didn’t know how to deal with this shit
Squeeze the trigger
End it now
Can’t take it anymore
I take my final bow
No one was clapping
No one started to cheer
this was my worst fear
No one liked me
No one cared
They just stop and stared
Pointed and laughed
Pulled the pistol out of my pocket
Cocked it
Put it to my stomach
and Shot it
Tears ran down my face,
I am a big disgrace
The tears, drown my thoughts
The red liquid flowed from that one spot
It’s finally over, I get to leave
It’s so hard to believe
I wanted to for such a longtime
Is that such a crime?
Dying is the latest fashion,
Everyone say I was a piece of trash and
That I deserve to die
So I did (did, did did)
Pleasured them by killing me
Wanting to die is a worldwide disease
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