Feb 15 2012, 12:40 PM

I sit here Thinking about my death The gun pushed at my head My hands are sweaty Fingers memorizing the feel of the trigger. The breeze of the night make me shiver The bench holds my fears, They have my secrets now The calm waves of the lake sounding out all my terror. One pull, and I'll be gone Just one noise and I'm dead I can feel the suicide note, I wrote in my jeans So many things left unsaid, Too many dreams unfinished. I cock my gun, before my note saves me My breathing gets heavier, I'm scared But it feels so good, My heart is racing, one last breath of fresh air. I suck in the smell of the night and fear, What a lovely smell it was As I start to let out my breath I slowly whispered "Help." And I pulled... the trigger.