I see this box with a caution sign,
Do i touch it? can it be mine?
I open it slowly with discrete intention
my tears stop, its the gun i mentioned.
The one thats famous for ending ones days
My mind is racing, now the demented phase.
My mischievous smile begins to drift,
As my hand that holds such power begins to lift.
I cringe and cry, expected now.
Such relief it would create, but how?
Tears begin to fall as i think of my past
How did i end up this way and will it last?
I can end this misery with a single gun shot
Just one blow to the head see? its not a lot.
It will be a mess, but thats a slight worry.
Before anyone will know, I've got to hurry.
I raise again and before i shoot, i say aloud,
Sorry God, I tried to make them proud.
I did what I could some way some how.
This is my last breathe right here, right now.
So thanks again for listening to me
For believing in all that i could be.
Its my time to go, sorry again.
I found courage to do this within.
