She placed a gun
Side of her head
Pretend to pull the trigger
Wishing to be dead
A game she played
Most every day
It made her happy
That was her way
Then came the day
No more to take
She found a gun
That was no fake
With bullets real
Placed to her head
Pulled the trigger
Now she’s real dead
She didn’t want
To play no more
The gun she held
Was not a toy
Been pushed too far
Too many times
Within her death
She found her joy.
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