TRIGGER WARNING- SUICIDE

The silver gun rests on my tongue,

It feels so right but tastes so wrong.

I feel my finger tremble as the trigger and me debate,

An argument of past regrets,

A future that awaits.

I stop to pause and think if this is how it ends.

To stop the pain and suffering,

and my life of just pretend.

A life without love to be showered with or to share.

I have nothing to offer you but this burder that I bear.

DON’T TRY TO STOP ME

and don’t feed me with your lies.

For every false you tell me, another piece of me dies.

With all my hope lost,

and a pain that INCREASES

The trigger is pulled and my body goes cold,

escaping a world of hatred and disease.

Visit me if you must but don’t DAMN me for my choices.

You and the others brought me here.

With hatred in your voices.

My name and a date is sealed with R.I.P.

Now etched in stone,

I’m forever alone,

A better world without me.