The gun sits in my hand,
My finger on the trigger,
I sigh and hand it to you,
There you are, now shoot me.

You start to stutter,
No? Why ever not?
You’ve already as good as
Killed me on the inside.

I ask for it back,
No? So you won’t kill me
But you won’t let me
Kill myself. How selfish!

matter, I have another,
Always have a plan B,
I grin as I hold it up
And pull the trigger.

As everything blacks out,
I hear you cry out,
And I smile for one last time,
Do you feel my pain yet?

I wake in a little white room,
The nurse tells me its hospital,
Damn you! Why cant you just
Let me die in peace.

I really didn’t want to have to do this,
But it time for plan C,
I’ll be seeing you soon enough,
With gun in hand