Thoughts Of Suicide

Lying in bed
Nights with no sleep
Reminiscing of times
The pain wasnt as deep
Tear stained cheeks
And blood stained wrists
Heart no longer beating
All thats left is this
Cuts in the heart
And mascara on the face
Life can be so hard
She wants to leave this place
Holding the gun
Shaking in fear
Grasping her scars
Wiping a tear
Keeping the gun
Held fast to her head
Knowing that soon
She will be dead
Butterflies in the stomach
Making her sick
Its all over soon
When? I can pick
She steadies her hand
An aims with the gun
Pulls the trigger back
*Bang*
Its done...