There's a gun on the table, and it's calling my name. I pick it up, without thinking.
I put it it to my head, and pull the trigger. Blood sprays everywhere, as I fall to the floor.
I lay there lifeless, with a frown on my face. The guns still in my hand, I'm not letting go.
I didn't leave a note, or any clues why I did it. There was only one person I told, but she didn't think I'd do it.
Moses made me do this, but no one will ever know. He made my life a living hell, but no one could tell.
I kept it locked up, so no one else would know my pain. I was quite for so long, that I finally went insane.
I'm sorry this happened so soon, but my time would of eventually came. I just ended it a little sooner, than what it should of been.
There's only one person that will miss me, and I apologize to her for this. You helped me through a lot of things, but I couldn't live like this no more.
The pain and suffering, was just to much. I couldn't take it no more, I had to get out.
