Giving up my life.

Do you know what its like,
Do you have any idea?
The kind of torture that goes on in this place?
How sick it makes me,
to have to let it hit at my heart,
make a hole through my soul.
The pain I have to endure,
to feel some kind of security.
Nowhere to run,
just give me a gun.
I'd shoot this pain out,
Trust me I won't shout.
To finally have peace from the pain deep inside of my body.
Because of this pain I have to endure,
I am ripped apart inside and out,
having no life about me,
and going on without whining.
Tragedy struck, in the mind of a mutt.
Alone, and in pain is like having no name.
and No name is my name, and it's caused me great shame.
Blood drips from the body of which I once had,
Looking down at myself in a most horrible place.
I am happy now, not having to run.
Thank you, oh thank you for giving me the gun.