The sins that I have made, Burn the mind, the soul
I wish that I didn’t drag that razor that one last time, although I watch blood pour from my body. Making my world right.
I got that phone call that no one wants to get, \"well sir, I don’t know how to say this. The best thing I can say. your family, your wife, kids aren’t here no more, they are all carrying their wings
I sit on the floor crying like the weak one that I am. Letting the tears hit the floor, right next to my relief, my body releasing itself so it could be free.
I try to stand yet falter one last time, I look at my other words scrawled on that paper/. My darkest day. Glanced over, tossed away. This is by far my biggest mistake. Time to even the score, if I can have my kids and my wife. Why live.
I allow the blood to spatter; I look at it one last time. Not working. I grab the glock on the shelf. Push it to my temple. Pull the trigger .i see my wife, my kids. They dance in the rain, just like I dreamed those many years ago in that damn cell.
I see our family whole once more.
