This way of pain

This way of pain will always leave a stain that is nothing more then pain.
This pain burns in the deep dark parts of my throbbing heart and soul.
I lift up a gun to my head and place the figure on the trigger just so I could get the sense of being dead.
That is all I want to be. Is Dead
My soul hungers for being dead.
Just to be taken out of my body. Out of my misery. Out of this torture called life.