Here I sit, plain as ever
Thinking of pulling the trigger
The dismal feelings overcome
Causing internally bruising wounds
I have nothing that sedates this twinge
No band-aid of words could heal
These thoughts on suicide have become more frequent
As if time had been standing still
I would never ask for such a thing like this
Such a frill so needed
But to ask from others the relief
Would be too much to request
Even to ask to help you turn over a new leaf
But who would want to start this life over again
It would be foolish to try to set things right
Except for maybe in a different way
To end this life, to desecrate myself before my very own eyes
This will set things right between I and the world
As my hand stutters while trying to grasp
The shiny metallic piece of intelligence
Along with me and my body
I will begin creating the masterpiece
The art of decease has it’s own pride
“ I knew what I was doing, it was my time to die
 
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