Pain

I sit here and stare at the wall
Contemplating what instrument to use,
To end all the pain inside me.
All the hurt and misery I have.

There's so many to choose from.
Knife,Blades,Gun,Rope, plus many many more.
So hard, so hard to choose.
There's no turning back once I begin.
But there is no other way to end this pain,
Or is there?

The thoughts that come from my mind tells me no,
But my heart tells me yes,
B/c of all the pain people have caused me and done to me.
Should I follow my......
Heart? or Mind?
The confusion of all of it is,
Unbearable.

I sit here and stare at the wall
Contemplating what instrument to use,
To end all the pain inside me.
All the hurt and misery I have.

written and done by: Psycho