The gun I hold <br />Loaded and cocked <br />Held in my mouth <br />Pulled in shock <br /> <br />Putt’s me to sleep <br />As I drop <br />As I fall <br />The bullet that hits me <br />ends it all <br /> <br />it all goes black <br />Theres no coming back <br />Nothing to think about <br />Nothing to know <br />Heaven or hell <br />Where will I go? <br /> <br />But why the end? <br />Why right now? <br />To make a statement? <br />To make a voul? <br /> <br />How can I live in a worldof crises <br />And how will I learn <br />Hot to recite this <br /> <br />Tell my stoy <br />Through a poem <br />Make them’ hear <br />This will show em’ <br /> <br />I’m now dead <br />Coz’ you wouldn’t listen <br />I bullet to the head <br />That you thought I was missen <br /> <br />I wasn’t crazy <br />Just a little lost <br />And now im gone <br />But at what cost? <br /> <br />Be ashamed its all your fault <br />If I wasn’t dead ‘d be committing assault.<br /><br />D.M. Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-number-2/
