Filling my head with thoughts from the past
Living each day as if it was my last
Nothing more to live for
Everything is gone
Cursing that terrible day that I was ever born
Dreams turn to nightmares and hope fades away
Death is the debt that I surely must pay
Those I leave behind must remember one thing
Each passing moment was too much suffering
My place in this world was not meant to be
A constant battle between pain and misery
Words cannot express the torment within
Putting an end to this existence so others can begin
Wanting so much for my life to have been bigger
Placing the gun to my head and pulling it’s deadly trigger.
By Paul S.