Suicidal tendencies

I can feel it now...
The cold metal kiss of the gun,
resting firmly against me.
I remember what you had said,
“I’ll always be there”
But here I am, on the edge
And no one seems to care..
I let out a final exhausted breath,
And pull the trigger hard..
All goes black, all is gone

Warmth trickles down my face,
As I fall silently on the polished wooden floor
Watching bloody pools form on my mom’s varnish
my so called life flashes by once more

Mocking faces, lonely places
Broken promises empty spaces
I smile faintly...
As I know from them I have escaped
No more cold stares I tell myself,
No more harsh words that scar my soul
No tears, no restless nights
Just silence
Eternal silence
And sighing in relief
I close my eyes...

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