Suicide

As I hold the cold dark gun in my throbing hand I say to myself its my time to go.

You were the one who kept me alive
But now that your gone so am I.

I take the gun and start to think all the times we shared.

You told me you love me I thought you cared.

But its to late I shot myself because the thoughts of you brought me pain.

Blood runs down my face like the tears I shed for you.

I did this because I had nothing to gain.