Analysis of Hard daies

The click of a gun pointing at my dome someone call my momma tell her I’m never coming home. I don’t know when or how it got this bad . But losing my life is just taking something else I never had. I’m tired of being told I’m tired of being controlled I’m tired of being the only one left out in the cold.i want what I’m do nothing more I’m tired of being used like some closing time whore. I got gun to my dome finger on the trigger we’ll come on little man this going make you bigger killing me just saved someone’s mortal soul I was dead before I ever got hit so don’t shed a tear I’m44 years old if you take all my accomplishment and put them in a book even a sleepy old man could know me with just one tired look. So if you’ll do me a favor I ask just make it quick if you are in a hurry stop beating a dead dick.
One pull to go and out the world I go wonder if I leave a poem would they read it or justthrowooooom!!!!!!!