The Last Goodbye

I walk a path shaded by the shadow of sorrow,

No telling if I'm waking up tomorrow.

Each day feels like a battle to try to keep my dream alive,

Trying to do all I can just to survive.

I am trying to figure out if each step I take is in vain,

Wondering if it's worth all this pain.

Feeling like I'm on the verge of going insane,

Should I take a bullet and lodge it in my brain?

It would end the sorrow that comes with each day,

Never again could this world take my pride away.

Never could it hurt me,

Never could it lie,

Never could it knock me down or cast me aside.

Peace...

Tranquility....

Both of these things would be achieved,

In a sense both of my dreams would finally be conceived.

Two choices are in front of me,

Which will I choose?

The struggling life of a young man with an old soul

Or

The revolver which will turn my body cold?

Two choices, one decision

Which one I will choose to complete my mission?

I've made my judgment...

I've had my time to decide..

This is my farewell...

This is my last goodbye...