i pressed the cool metal against my head.
wondering if this is how i actually wanna end.
i don't know what to do.
but i know, i don't wanna stay here.
i can't do this.
i can't do this.
i can't do this anymore.
i just can't keep living like this,
day after day
depression is continuously eating my life away.
i need to escape, i want out.
i started to shake, so i count down.
ten: please let this pain end.
nine: i don't wanna be alive.
eight: all i now know is self hate.
seven: time is staring to run out.
six: someone starts to knock on the door.
five: the familiar voice starts to shout.
four: wrists cut open, bloods on the floor.
three: everything around me is red.
two: the gun found its way back to my head.
one: i'm sorry
