Suicide

My temperature rises as my anger soars. the temptation of dying becoming more prevalent, i think of a knife slitting my wrists and i can imagine the pitter-patter of fresh blood hitting the tile and i fall to the floor after it.
My temperature rises as my heart is crushed the temptation of dying becomes more prevalent. i think of a gun in the palm of my hand the cool metal warming under my touch with no regrets i pull the trigger. if only you knew if only i could say but you don't and i cant.

maybe I'll see you again someday..............