I put the shotgun to my head, <br />a fraction from now I'll be dead. <br />An ounce of lead pierces into my head, <br />cerebrial fluid starts to spread. <br />A life of woe I have led... <br />Oh how much I have bled. <br />My body twitches on the bed, <br />seconds later I'm officially dead. <br />Well I guess enough has been said; <br />this poem is covered in fragments from my head.<br /><br />Joshua Fegley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-my-love/
