I'm all alone now.

There's no one who will

watch my back.

Mydays seem numbered.

I am lost and confused.

I am out of my element.

No one knows who or 

what I really am.

The days draw closer and

closer together.

Where as time seems to

be on an infinate roller coster.

Will my life ever turn out

right in the end or is

it all just pretend? 

This world will regret 

what it's done to me 

.They handed me the bullet 

now my hands are stained 

red with blood. Nothing you can do

to stop me! Bring it on! We'll see who's

next on this list of mine and we'll se the end

and all the blood that has been shed.

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