Death

I look to my left,

And see a very sharp knife.

I look to my right,

And see that lone gun with one bullet inside.

I can't decide,

Quick and easy.

Or slow and painful?

I look at the weapons

And think I'd better not.

Not today, so I'll put them away

For another day.

I let my mind wander

About all that has been going on.

I think about who I am as a person,

And what I can bring to this world.

There isn't much I can offer.

Cross my heart and hope to die...

Cut my wrist and blacken my eyes...

Another day, same old thing.

I look back at my life

And see nothing good that I've done.

I see all the pain and misery I've been through.

And I know it will only get worse the more I live.

I hurt too many people,

And all for what?

So they can live in misery with me?

I'm saying sorry.

Sorry for everything I've done.

For putting you all in my pain and misery.

It would be better if I was gone.

So I'm taking back out my poison.

One sharp cut along my leg,

One down my arm,

A small one across my cheek.

Let it bleed out.

Everything gets stained red.

Just one pull to the trigger,

That's placed against my head,

And I'll be gone for good.

Out of pain, out of misery.

Loving myself is the hardest thing I can ever do.

And I can't love myself.

Not after what I did to you all.

So this is my final goodbye.

Looking down and seeing the blood,

Crying until the deed is done.

I'm pulling the trigger,

One loud bang....

And I'm gone.