Home Alone Poem by julio anzueto

rainnig outside, the sky is gray there's not much light.
the house is quiet, family has left me
my feelings begin a riot, killing me from inside
my hope is fihgting back, but my the desire to quit
is stronger, i stabbed my hope in the back.
family and hope are now gone, quit quit is the whisper
that now acompanies me, weakness is now home.

i'm not home alone now.
bullets accompany me,
a 45 is the drink that readies me,
my puppy seems bothered, my pistol is close to my head
i'm praying for forgiveness, just before I end this.
bullets into my pistol chamber, weakness is stronger now
more than ever before
the drink is now gone and my brain is numb.
my hand is not shaking, but my heart is rumbling,
still wrestling weakness,
it last attemps are to rush blood to my brain,
he's trying to keep my family away from pain

My heart is weak without hope as its help and.......

when my family comes home, they'll ask why? how?
the answer will be, i wasn't home alone.
they'll see the gun and drink laying next to me.