Finger on the trigger
Gun to my head
I'm sick and tired
Of wishing I was dead
This is it. This is final.
There's no going back.
I'm finally going to have.
The happily ever my life always lacked.
Goodbye to the world.
Goodbye to all you people.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poems
PoetryThese are just some of the poems that I've written. Read them or don't. Doesn't really matter.
