Thoughts....

These thoughts come and go
Should I act on them or wait awhile to let go?

My heart is dead my mind confused

Im dead inside but not out
Can I get through all this self doubt?

Holding the gun to my head

My hand shakes on the trigger
The happy memories of us grow bigger

I cant stand another breath

I feel myself torn again
Sadly I wont see home again

I pull the trigger

I hear the shot
Now I'm floating above the spot

My body is there bloody and lifeless

Am I dead? Is this my hell?
To forever this pain I'll endure?

I thought death was the answer

I thought death was the cure
Maybe I was wrong

Death is easy life is hard

I proved my weakness to my demons
Here I am dead in mind, body and heart

I force myself to fade

Now the only thing left of me is a puddle of blood
And a rusty broken blade.