Just shoot me now, I would rather be dead. Than this useless life, No direction, point, or porpos. Just lift the gun, Pull the trigger at my head. Grinding my teeth hard, Pushing through strong. I'm just so dead already, What's the point of living a dead life? Doing my best with a smile, One can only push so long. Depression sinks in, Everything loosing light. done now with this life, Can't I trade for a new one? Being dead would do, Then Jesus would always be in sight. Full of second guessing and questions, Head swimming to no shore. What's the point, When life is one big blur? Stumbling through the tears, Twards a nonexistand bend. Nothing will change, I'll just continue to sink. No relif will come, Noone, nothing can take the pain away. Soon all the light will be gone, I'll just run in the dark empty cloud. Someday this life will consume me, Dead. in body or spirit I don't' know. But when it does I'll be ready, To let go. Be done forever and ever,...