Bang, bang.

Why does nobody notice my pain,
My pale face and non-existent smile,
My now empty green eyes,
I feel like a zombie,
Walking around,
Dead inside.

No words can discribe my pain,
I stare at the blade,
And take it in my left hand,
I brush it against my wrist,
And press,
The relief!

The next day,
After the same dull routine,
I come home,
To the empty house i call a "home",
I go in my room and lay in my bed,
I look under my bed,
Where is my shoe box?,
Ahh there you are.

I open it and find my salvation,
My fathers revolver,
I stare at it and play my favorite song,
Nobody's home,
I lay back and close my eyes,
The world is a better place without me,
I pull it to my head and for the first time in years,
I smile,
BANG! I pull the trigger,
My now lifeless body in my bed,
But with the happiest look,
Anyone has seen from me.