Gunning Life

You're in the area of the house where bathing is normal,

But you're not there for cleanliness but to end your life.

Planning the incident will will be the hardest then the real deal.

Maybe the tub, no to long, you think,

It has to be short and painless.

Really it didn't matter of the pain, for you felt nothing,

For this you are leaving this cruel world.

You open a cabinet, and there it is

A small silver object the shape of an L tipped to the right.

You point it to your chest,

Where the source of your blood is pumped throughout your body.

Your life passes through your eyes.

You live on the earth,

As for the generation has before you.

Walking the same routine everyday

For humans are forced to live the same painful life.

People pass you, one by one

With the sad, miserable face

As you saw the day before, and still you will see

Until they leave this earth.

Why live this life of miserable zombies passing you?

The fight for the finest,

While everyone just wants to get the dish and the new beauty.

You think you were put on this earth as a mistake,

Other than a piece of happiness to cheer people up,

And protection of others.

The real world hits you once again,

And you are still in the bathing room with the L on your chest,

Pull the trigger already,

It's not like any one's going to stop you.

Your mind is set and the silver L is still on your chest.

It would be fast painless

For you have no time to waste.

You actually get excited to leave this horrible earth.

Bang!

The hard small, silver, pinhead objects

Ejects like the speed of light towards your chest.

It goes right through the source of your life,

You smile as you know all of it will end.

The warm hot liquid goes down your shirt

Like you've just split tomato juice on your clean white shirt

And it continues to spread.

You're so dizzy, and your mind is blurring,

That you fall into the tub

But know it felt like you were falling into a dark hole.

Now you are bleeding from your head,

And laughing like there is no tomorrow;

Which in this case there wasn't.

By now you only notice one thing

And that is the hot liquid is up to your shoulders.

The white light is so beautiful

But still so far from your reach.

You are starting to get frustrated

For you know you've been planning for this since

You could make sense of life.

You wake up in your king size bed,

Hearing your parents snoring in the next room.

You sit up to see its still dark but a small light in the distant east.

Wrapping you arms around your leg and sobbing to realize it was all a dream,

Crying for the pain you still have to live in this horrible earth.

Placing you head on your pillow once again, then smile

For the hot liquid starts to come from your hairline and eyes.
You soul slowly crawls out of you beautiful young body,
It raises up for God has mercy.