Ending My Life
Little by little I’m losing my faith,
As this world makes me fade,
No where to hide no where to run,
No one will help no one will come,
Why do i cry no one is there?
Why write this poem no one will care?
So ill pick up my glock and put in a shot,
Cock it back and now its hot,
Through the right and out the left,
I hit the ground with one last breath,
Not a sound no ones there,
If there were would they even care?
So i end this poem with one last thought,
Is this real or is this not?
