I often dream of that warm feeling of joy,
and where it disappeared to....
Suddenly my life began to crumble,
the happiness slowly drained from me,
while the emptiness quickly filled up.

I remember looking forward to each and everyday,
now I spend each day wishing it was my last.
Oh, how I wish I could go back to the past!
But that part of my life is over,
and theres no going back.

Every agonizing hour brings me closer and closer...
to the breaking point, that is.
I'm slowly but surely loosing my mind.
My brain is a suicidal pool of negativity,
and sanity is jumping off the deep end.

I just feel so alone,
But how can one be alone if surrounded by loved ones?
That's just how the mind kills, at least...my mind.
Pain was the only thing that kept me alive.
But I've become immune to pain.

My wounded soul has finally become numb,
and the blade of life has reached its point of dullness.
Insanity, at last, has arrived!
As I lift the weapon to my temple,
I am left with one final question...



Should I pull the trigger?