Trigger.

I put the gun to my head, the words slipping out lazily.

I put the gun to my head. 

My words slipping out lazily. 

I'll lay down in bed, 

content with the deceived.

My harsh words spew,

into contaminated air. 

That murderous rage,

I see in there eyes. 

"I regret nothing."

Yet I still hide. 

Full of disgusting pride. 

Everyone hides behind a mask. 

I'm the only caught. 

My death was decided,

Socially. 

As I pull the trigger, 

And speak another lie

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This is successfully intense. I am wondering if it is a metaphorical trigger, as that is how I read it..."As I pull the trigger, And speak another lie"...killing yourself with lies. I like "My death was decided, socially" as death of a social life can feel like real death. Excellent piece :)