I sit in front of my 22 inch.
Thinking of something that's suitable to type in.
Not too out, not too in.
Not too much of upset also not too happy a thing.

I try to keep everything within me,
But it seems that I can explode any minute.
I'm thinking of crushing myself,
But I want a gun.

I wanna put a bullet through my brain.
I wanna put my life to an end.
I wanna put up a notice.
I wanna put things to a stop.

I'm sick of my life.
Suicidal lines are so nice to me now.
Say that I'm feigning emo.
But frankly, I'm sick of that smiley face mask of mine.

I wanna stop joking.
I wanna show people how serious I can be.
I wanna let the whole world know that.
I wanna put an end to this.


P/S: I'm serious about this.