Suicide

by Lisa Muirhead   Mar 19, 2013


I contemplated it,
I thought about it.
But now I can say I'm ready for it.
I put my hand in my drawer,
it's there some where,
I pull out the gun.
This is it now.
I am going to do it.
Nothing is going to stop me now.

I'm crying but I know I have to do it,
I start to write my goodbye note,
it's so hard to write those words,
But it's too late now,
It's over,
my finger presses hard against the trigger,
and that's it.
It's over now.

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