Dark Place

I don't know if I can handle everything Gun on the bed, got drugs circulating me Now I can't handle anything I got crazy and went feral Now I'm staring down this gun barrel I'm just hoping for one miracle Cause life is so unbearable I know no one's listening, but please Please I know I shouldn't but it's calling me I know no one cares about me No one would respect me If they saw the true me So I'll stay in hiding As I start crying I take another two pills Hoping I will start to chill I put the gun Into my mouth Sobbing on my last thrill Now these were my last thoughts I tried to fight it but I was distraught And I fought to not prevail So now I'll go live in hell Oh well, no one cares about me now Good bye, at least I know where I will dwell Theres no coming out of my shell No way is anything gonna get well Tell my family that I have failed Almost momentarily, I hear the phone ringing Pull the gun from my teeth, It was my friend, he asked if we could talk I said sure, lets walk, we met at the end of block I told him my confessions, and he replied I'm glad that you let me in I wish I could do more than this I wish I could do more then listen Now its time for you to find remission