Pull the trigger

Place the gun in my mouth
pull the trigger
and let it all out.

Cross the river Lethe
forgetting everything that ever happened to me.
ending it all in one simple fall.
a bullet through me
taking away the pain and suffering
causing me to be free.

Ending it all
escaping a negligent world that makes
me feel so small
an indecisive descision,
slipping away from my life's vision.

Some may call it selfish,
some may call it stoic
but its the route I have chosen to take.
No one heard me when I was calling out
for help,
I've given up... I just cant save myself.

And when I'm gone they will wonder...
they will grieve
they will cry... The ongoing question,
"why did she end her life?"
You didn't see my pain,
you didn't hear my call...
that is why my pain has
caused me to fall.