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 i'm dead,
I can feel the suicide note,
I wrote in my jeans,
So many things left unsaid,
I cock my gun,
My breathing gets heavier,
I'm 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.
