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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem