Suicidal Wish

Suicidal Wish

Stuck in this never ending hell,
to weak to care if I fail.

Trying to deal with the pain,
the itching, digging pain.

Knowing the mistake I was,
always will be.

Realizing the truth before me,
the gun beside me.

Holding it, feeling it,
considering it, wishing it.

Unfolding the lies, crys, cuts,
smights, fights, how I never did anything right.

Pointing it, pulling it,
dying, not crying, only smiling.

The pain gone, at last,
hopefully never coming back,
happy at last....