I put the shotgun to my head,
a fraction from now I'll be dead.
An ounce of lead pierces into my head,
cerebrial fluid starts to spread.
A life of woe I have led...
Oh how much I have bled.
My body twitches on the bed,
seconds later I'm officially dead.
Well I guess enough has been said;
this poem is covered in fragments from my head.
i love this poem its great i can really relate to it... its so deep and it captures the reader.. even for people that have no intrest in poetry if they read this poem they feel lyk there thier this peom is very kool and i like it alot!
love the last line adds depth. not that it needed depth or anything i just like it. Great poem. Lylyanna
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Joshua! ; D i liked it alot! check out mine sometime! ! !