SUICIDE

A bad poem I wrote in a dark place

SUICIDE

 

I look at the bullet in my hand

It’s copper head shining bright

A little savior, to ease my pain

Please be accurate in your flight

 

I’ve hurt so bad

And for so long

I don’t remember what life should be

And now I know how Judas felt

As he hung himself from that tree

 

Please don’t shed tears over me

My days of pain are in the past

Left behind in a pool of blood

I hope the stains I’ve made won’t last.

 

I’m sorry for the mess I’ve made

Of my home and of my life

I’m sorry for failing all of you;

My friends, my family, my wife.

 

Please return the gun to dad

Tell him I’m sorry if it’s a mess

Tell mom that I loved her dearly

And I always wished her the very best.

 

I’ve thought about this long and hard

It’s the only way to surely know

That my hurt will finally go

I’m so sorry for the gruesome show.

 

So now within my last few breaths

A simple prayer that I will tell

I pray I was tricked and deceived

And that there is no place called Hell.

 

Ease my suffering my little friend

And take away my growing pain

Ease my suffering my cursed friend

Bring my life to a sudden end