An action of regret


I wonder what color my brains will paint the wall
Did anyone hear the shot? Did they hear my body fall?
I hear the foot steps rushing up the staircase.
I hear my moms screams when she sees my brains blown all over the place.
The color is red and chunked with pink sprayed all over the walls.
I wish I had known this was my final curtain call.
I now lay limp and lifeless on floor.
Only hearing my family crying for theyíll hear me laugh never more.
The life i ended once thought to be filled with pain.
I now realize it was all in vein
I closed the door of my life only to paint these walls with blood brains and gun powder
Maybe if I had cried for help this wouldnít have happened just one or two more times maybe a little louder.
Now the pain I had locked inside
Has been spread to family and friends world wide.
I thought this paintbrush would paint out my demons and sorrows
I used the brush only for a second only to borrow.
But the hole in my head only let them escape.
The coroners here with a blanket with which over my body he will drape.
Now my family has to carry my burden.
I didnít want to hurt anyone I didnít want to ruin them.
I see my life was great and filled with joy and laughter and smiles ever bigger.
The depression just wouldnít let me realize until i had made the mistake, until I had my final thoughts, until I pulled the trigger.
Iím sorry for what I did Iím sorry for what Iíve done.
I didnít really want to do this but now Iím dead and gone
My demons didnít die they beat me they won.
And now my demons have only been passed on.

Written by ShaggyWrites
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