Gone

its about suicide

My soul feels empty,
There’s nothing that I can do.
I’ve tried, I give up, and now
I enter Death’s door, willing to go
Through.

What used to keep me here
Is no longer around.
My happiness is gone, no
Longer to be found.

As I hold this gun in my hand,
I think I am ready to do this.
Because no one really cares,
And I surely wouldn’t be missed.

I bring the gun up to my head,
Loaded up and ready.
My hand is shaking so bad,
I have to struggle to keep it
Steady.

I put my finger on the
Trigger, the time has come.
I now can’t feel anything
Because I’m so numb.

The gun goes off, I am
Forever gone.
And now the rest of the
World can go on.