If I took this gun

Put it against my head

Pull the trigger and blow my head

Into a million pieces

End this suffering

That you don’t see

Despite all that is said and done

Despite what is believed and dreamt

Life is my curse

Should I tie this rope around my neck

And chock this life out of me

Squeeze until there is nothing left

Every breath that brings life

Starve my dreams of the oxygen

They need to come alive

This razor blade cuts deep

A quick flick to Radial artery

Should do the trick

The pain would flow out

And fill this earth

At last I would be free of its hold

On me

At last I would be free

Of this endless nightmare

I have Temazepam in the cabinet

And a bottle of granddad’s Rum

This should do fine

Ten of this and a whole bottle before bed this would be the best way to go

Let this be my last goodnight.