Thursday, November 11, 2004
IT lay on the table staring at me
calling out my name
I looked at it and realized
I was no longer playing a game
I had stepped into a realiy
with a sudden boom
In a few short moments
I could end my life my doom
End my hurt, my sufferings, my cries, my pain, my guilt.
Would anyone miss me?
Would my mom still call me dear?
Why does the world act in this weird way
bringing more misery and pain to me each day?
I'd miss my life, my family, my friends, the moon and sun,
for all of it could be taken by one small gun.
I put all this into perspective and decide to pick the gun up and raise it to my temple.
I pull the trigger ending my doom
I step into death with a sudden BOOM