The fourth chamber of the gun
Where the bullet lies
Comes closer each time
To ending my life.
I cock the gun
And squeeze the trigger
And an empty chamber clicks.
I squeeze again not caring
Coming closer to ending it all.
Nothing happens
The silence is maddening
The emptiness inside is shivering
Quivering
I stop to think a minute.
The gun is put down for a second,
It stares,
I pick it up and squeeze again--
Now each time closer
To making sure that I will die.
A click goes off once more
And I aim it at my head
My finger shakes on the trigger..
No, I don't think I can.
