My last Sight.

My last sight will be off the cold barrel of this gun,
My last feeling will be of my cold clammy fingers on the trigger, And of the bullet pressing into my skull,
My last thought will be Why Did i do this.

I will carve your name on the bullet,
to let them no who made me do this,
Il Leave a note Saying sorry to,
my family,
my friends,
Even those that don't care,,
I Will be forgotten,
Il just be another Suicide,
Nothing special.