Thanks

I grab the gun
onto which i run

To my room to be alone
to live this life I hate.

To end it once and for all.
I point the gun at my own head.

Before I pull the trigger
I hear a Knock at my door.

I forgot to lock it.
I pull it "Bang"

I lay on the floor
a puddle of blood begins to pour.

My best friend walks in
to find me dead.

She screams and runs
to tell my parents of what happened.

The next day
they load my body into the casket.

At my funeral I lay in my grave, Flowers in hand.

People saying there last goodbyes.
Before they close me up.

I utter just one word to my very best friend.

"Thanks"