My Suicide

Life is such a misery
that I live in everyday
I think of when it will be over
and if death is the only way

I think of how to do it
it sends a rush down through my spine
I plan for the perfect day
while these thoughts run through my mind

I wonder if they'll miss me
and I wonder if they'll cry
I can't help but stop to think
If they'll even care if I die

So as I lay here and I think
these thoughts keep going in my head
I think of how simple it would be
one pull of the trigger and I'm dead

So I write a note
and pick up the gun
one shot to the head
the pain will be done

But don't cry for me
I'm happy here
all the pain is gone
and I no longer have to fear