Russian Roulettes Poem by Perfectly Flawed

I sat astride my mirror,
With a gun held to my head,
To see myself one last time,
Because soon I would be dead.

The sun was shining out
And a breeze had settled in
I had made sure to close the curtains
Such a scene could be so grim

I sat the gun on my drawer
And reached out for a pad and a pen
I sat at my bedside thinking
And the start of my letter began

Dear whoever finds this note:
I’m sorry you had to see
The grotesque remains of my body
But this life has come to an end for me

Insomnia is my only friend
And I feel like I’m already dead
And just so you know
I planted a bullet straight into my head

Tell my family that I love them
And my friends that they are in my heart
But this life is not worth living
And we must always finish what we start

I’m sorry that I was a failure
Who never got a thing right
I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused
But I wont be a burden to you all from tonight

It’s not your fault I’m leaving
I just cannot handle the pain
I could once bottle it up inside
But now it’s driving me insane

I realize now that I am insignificant
Nobody ever really cared
I was always the odd one out
Alone in this life we shared

I know what I’m doing is wrong
I doubt I’ll see you all again
Oh and make sure that you tell -him-
That I loved him more than a friend

I don’t want to be mourned
Because I believe I’m not worth a tear
I love you all and this is not your fault
Now I’ve made that very clear

My note has become a letter
And like my life I feel it’s done
I feel ungrateful to throw it away
But it’s the end and I won’t run

Take care of each other
I love you all and I swear that’s not a lie
Live your life happy I love you all
This is my last Goodbye.

I placed the note onto my bed
As reached out and took my gun
This is my last resort
I’m only doing what has to be done

I sat across my mirror
With the gun held to my head
The cylinder spins the bullet
With I click I could be dead

I miss a few hits but I have a feeling
The next pull of my trigger will be the last
No more suffering it will all be over
Ill be leaving life in the past

I closed my eyes and took a breath
And pulled the trigger tight
I gave back god what he created
I died on that night