I am trying to make a decision, of rather I should live or die. My decision is pointing to death, cuz all I do is cry. I set and think about my life, so dark, so sad, so fucking gray. I set and wonder if I should try, try to make it through another day. I set and cry for no reason, for no reason at all. Sometimes I cry for every reason, every reason I can recall. I can't seem to stop, all the hurt and the tears. I can't seem to stop, all the pain and the fears. I just want to give up, end this nothing life of mine. Maybe when I'm dead, things will finally start to shine. I have finally decided, that's in for me, I'm done. I say good-bye to the world, as I pull the trigger on the gun. BAM! I'm dead. Just like that, with a bullet in the head. No more sleepless nights, no more hurt and tears for me. Now I can fucking rest in peace, and finally be free.Birth sign: Pisces
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