I’ve lost count

Of all the times

I said

I wished I’d died

When the bullet

Ripped through me.

Maybe I did

Just not physically.

There’s many ways

In this life to die

But physical is the one

I wish would come nigh.

Maybe I sound selfish

Maybe self centered

But never will you know

The pain unto me that’s been delivered.

That shot

I wish in my head

Had been true

So I could rest in my bed.

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May 30, 1996
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