Death Letter Poem by Christopher Cariad

Putting the gun to your head,
You think of all the times
When life gave you shit
In piles of endless frustration.
Crying in anger
You fire the gun in the air,
Scaring the family
That all you wanted them to do
Was to care.

Writing your note
To finalize this disaster,
Pulling the trigger
And healing the pain.

You now lay there
Blood stained and cold,
Forever
As a stigma to society.
Free from this life
That was destroyed by its soul.