Feeling Dead.

A poem about suicide.

Drive my head into oblivion watch as my hands sink into millions, dripping down something that was found it was dug up from underground. 

Lose myself with just one bullet you say it hurts but the holes only grow deeper as you see him there he says his names the grim reaper coming to take you home but it's not here your hearts an empty dome.
Heal my heart so I can feel, it's been so long you say I'm strong however I believe that's wrong so I might as well be gone.

Say goodbye to my life it's been eventful however I've been sinful of many crimes, it took a few tries but I've changed my ways now I'm really unhappy so I'll end it with the sound of a gat now that's where it's at so I'll let it all splat behind me my head.

I am feeling dead.