No More Fucking Insane! Poem by Matthew Diridoni

Sitting on a bench under a tree arch
All is quiet in Boulder Ridge park
Nothing here except dark sky
Talking to God with no reply

I am trying to decide
Can I do it?
Will it work?

My brain is starting to skew
Knowing there is no rescue
But I have nobody to turn to
Screw it, I am going to try and break through
I'm singing shotgun blues
Before I turn my head into a canoe

Screaming at the stars
I put the barrel in the right place
"Click" goes the trigger
BOOM! goes the face

Now there is no worry
Only a bloodstain mess
But I can see myself
I made it!
No more pain
No more rain
No more fucking insane!