Should I end it now?
End this pain.
Should I stand in front of a train?
Or does a gun sound better.
You decide as I begin to shutter.

Should I leave a letter?
Or is not leaving one for the better.
My eyes swell with tears.
My heart fills with fear.

The time is now.
I begin to shout.
My sins start to pour out.
As the gun burst out.

The blackness creeps.
As I fall into this deep sleep.
Six feet under I will rest.
I tried to be my best.