Suicidal

The gun has a trigger, the rope has a noose.
The cuts, they get bigger as I press down harder with my blade.
The darkness comes down, as my light fades.
I enter in a world where they all go.
The ones who end their life with a touch of a blade.
The pull of a trigger, the rope around their neck.
I regret what I did.
There’s no going back.
I can’t say I’m sorry.
It’s now too late.
This is it.
This is my fate.

by Sheismyonly
posted on 11/13/2009