Life..less

Oh such pain; has never been this bad.
Physical or in my mind; one takes thoughts off of the other.
Burning sensation, leaves an impression.
Who can I blame? Nobody but my father.

I'm brought down by this world.
Nothing left to prove.
My mind's eye needs healing.
There's nothing else to do.

I wince in pain
As blood hides my skin
But do I wince at all
Whilst I hide everything that is within?

One more move, just one more step
And I'll end my life, with some fun.
One more move, just one more step
And I replace that blade...
With a blistering hot gun.

What happens then?
When I am gone.
I'll tell you what happens:
Nothing. Because the world, lives on.