i sit here <br />i wait <br />i feel the pain <br />and wish for the end <br />someone make it end <br />or at least some thing <br />whats that i see <br />somthing shines in the light <br />a glimer of gray <br />i feel it <br />it feels cold. <br />smooth <br />real. <br />its a gun <br />i look at it. <br />i watch as it spins <br />on my finger tips <br />i long for the end <br />i check for the bullets <br />there are three <br />i spin it round <br />watch it stop <br />watch it start <br />i long for the end <br />the blood running from my veins <br />i run my hand over it <br />feeling the coldness <br />i place it to my head <br />put my finger on the trigger <br />i long for the end <br />and the time is now. <br />the last thing i see <br />is you at the door for me<br /><br />Scarred Unknown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-long-for-the-end/
