Tyler's Death Poem
Gun in my mouth
tear in my eye
last minutes alive
and all I can do is cry
Drugged up I won't feel a thing
swimming in a sea of codine
locked in a cell going insane
Trapped within the confines of my brain
schizophrenic never alone
sitting upon deaths throne
you push my finger into the trigger
everyone knows I'm nothing without her
Dead
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