It lay on the table, staring at me, calling out my name,
I looked at it and realized I was no longer playing a game.
I had stepped into a reality with a sudden boom,
In a few short minutes, I could end my life, my doom.
End my hurt, my suffering, my cries, my pain, my guilt, my fear,
Would anyone miss me? Would my mom still call me ‘dear’?
Why does the world work in this weird way?
Bringing more misery and pain to me with each day?
I’d miss my life, my family, my friends, the moon and sun,
For all of it could all be taken away with this small gun.
No one knows how I feel inside or the tears I cry
When they see me, my eyes are dry.
Act happy, act sad, act scared, act mad
It’s not me. It’s all a lie.
I put all the bad things into perspective and decide to pick it up.
I raise it to my temple and I watch my tears as they fall in my cup.
I pull the trigger, ending the doom.
I step into death with a sudden boom.
***I read a poem like this one and then revised it to fit me and my feelings. Sometimes I feel so alone and not loved. I think that everyone can relate to this poem sometime in their life.