Trigger
So many memories in my head that just won't go away. They're good to have, yet that's what's causing my pain. It's not you who is hurting me. No, you can't hurt me no more than what you have already. What's hurting me now are these memories. If you could look into my brain, and see what my eyes see, maybe one day you will understand that it's hard for me to stop loving you.
I didn't think this day would come. The day when I say my farewell to the ones who cared. There weren't many, and that's why it has to end this way. Thought I could go on, and make it through each blissful day.
To the one I loved, the only thing I wanted was for you to be happy. But I failed. All we did was fight. Never did I mean to fight, that was just the only way I knew how to deal with problems. You and I created so many memories, and not one do I regret. Except when we fought.
To get rid of my misery, I shall lay myself down to rest in peace for all eternity, not to be disturbed by this torture I live with. And in doing so, I leave you to be free from me, not to worry anymore, I'm getting rid of my love for you.
Now that I've said what I wanted to say, I open my drawer where a stolen handgun with one bullet in it lays. I rest my shaking fingers gently on the grip. While doing so, I feel my heart beating faster and faster.
I raise the gun out, and I sit on my bed. My eyes focus only on the gun. With a single tear rolling down my cheek, I point the gun to m head. The grip I have tightens as I start to press the trigger. Looking down, there I lie in a pool of my own blood.
slimslilgurl13 · Thu Oct 06, 2005 @ 09:11am · 0 Comments |