Trigger Poem by Cody A. Buckmaster

Its dark in this room,
This dark room in my head.
Staring at the bronze handle,
Staring into the barrel.

I can see the light,
I can see the darkness.
Looking down both roads,
Thinking about which path I should take.

One leading toward death,
One leading toward life.
Have I lived life to the fullest?
Have I made a decision?

Some say end it all,
Some say live through it all.
Im not insane,
I just think things through.

I can hear the voices,
Screaming at the top of thier lungs.
I just cant make out thier words,
I can hear screeching.

I can feel your eyes glaring through me,
Its not helping the scars.
Re-oppening the wounds in my heart,
Its like pouring salt on an open wound.

The gun is pointed at my head.
Should I pull the trigger and end it all?