My Death

yeah i wrote this during school in English class for my poetry packet thing we have to do

Wet, hot tears stream down my face
        -I can't take this life anymore
All the memories of the torture
  Whiz through my head
         -Why does it have to end this way
The gun shakes in my hand
Trembling as I load a bullet
I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger
The shot resounds through the air
          -load and lingering
I fall forward in a puddle of blood
          -Death overcomes me quickly
My soul drifts out  of my body
To the eternal darkness of death
Where it'll stay forever more

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Where you may end may not be so good. A powerful poem. Suicide may take you away from this life. But where to? I lost two brothers to suicide and I don't know why still? Life may be hard. But what could you have missed? My brother left a baby in a girlfriend belly who is 21 years old now and want to know of her father. Poem tell a sad story with an sad ending.
Coyote