Poems and thoughts (completed)

help

I sit here

thinking about my death

the gun pushed to my head

my hands are sweaty

fingers memorizing

the feel of the trigger

the breeze of the night

makes me shiver

the bench holds my fears

they have my secrets now

the calm waves of the ocean

drowning out all my terror

one pull and i'll be gone

just one noise and im dead

I can feel the suicide note

I wrote in my jeans

so many things left unsaid

to many dreams left unfinished

I cock my gun

my breathing gets heavier

im scared

but it feels so good

one last breath of fresh air

I suck in the smell

of the night of fear

what a lovely smell it was

as I start to let out my breath

I slowly whisper "help"

and I pull the trigger