Falling Down Around You Pt. 2

Continuation of previous poem.

I cannot carry,
The weight of worlds,
I cannot breathe,
The lies you speak.
Gun finds my temple,
Knowing the inveitable.
I count myself down,
4
3
2
1
BANG.
I feel something,
Something great,
The weight,
The weight of living,
It has been lifted,
Lifted from my soul.
I am free,
Forever free.

Author's Note

Again, I'm not suicidal, I'm simply trying to convey a powerful And sad message. I hope you understand. Advice is appreciated, as always!!