My Suicide

I stare at myself in the mirror
as tears run down my face
I'm ashamed of everything
I just hate being here in this place

I think of the sh!t I've said
and all the hearts I have to break
they just don't understand;
that I wish to fall asleep and not to be "awake"

I'm so vulnerable
and just a little something can tear at my heart
they say they understand but they don't
noone does, I stand alone, frozen in the dark

I'm full of anger and despair
I punch the mirror, then I hear the glass break
I see blood falling from my hand
not feeling...how much more can I take?

I take the gun from my parents room
and grab "my last words..." and put it on their bed
I close my eyes, and bring the gun up
finally feeling nothing because now.. I am dead.