Pull the trigger
play list- the temper trap- solider on.
Life is unfair.I learnt that the hard way and still am right now, But i guess some things change while others stay the same. I was 13 years old when I got sent to my drunken fathers place because I wouldn't accept my step father 'Phil' ,well that's what my mother said but now look at me and look how that turned out, I'm just a broken rag doll waiting for the stitches to come undone. I wouldn't exactly say she was caring , but she was the worst mother, I have vague memories of her that threw time seem to fade into nothing , but the bad memories that has taken hostage in my mind.
As i walk into my dark purple coloured shit hole for a room i limp straight to the shower .Peeling off my clothes and looking in the mirror see the broken and delicate doll looking into the glass mirror. I couldn't see one inch of my skin that actually didn't have a bruise on it .As i look up to my face gazing in the mirror and seeing my busted and swollen lips that still has blood still dripping from my nose, i also see two lifeless dark orbs looking back at me,there's no other way to put it , I'm dead in and out ,I'm just a lifeless soul waiting to be taken away from the body that holds me to earth. I let the hot water drip its way all across my bruises as the stinging sensation begins to find its way in my body.I reach up to lather my hair in shampoo smelling the strawberry tinge while after i turn the water off and wrap the towel around my myself.I then tip toe back into my bedroom care full not to make the floor boards creeks.
I slowly put my baggy t shirt on and the matching black boy shorts and grab the thing that would make my pain go away.I look at this object for only a short amount of time before I put it up to my temple and pull the trigger.
Maybe this is how you feel in the afterlife
If so why am I still broken.