The End!

Every day, I think, will today be the one?
The day my mouth feels the metal gun.

Then I start to think of my sons,
My Wife, My Grandchildron.

Every day, instead of hurting you, I could, I do.
Think of the worst.
Instead, I think of all.

So easy, to make it end.
I think of you, my friend.

I take it a place to not so nice,
But then I think twice.

How many days will pass?
Before my last.

I want to end all the pain,
And put me to blame,

But in the end, it will be up to me,
makes me sick not to ride the breeze.

You will say, I took the easy way out,
But my way is the toughest,
Especially in thought.

It drives me crazy, to pass this chance
I want to end this life, this dance.

My Last!

I hate and hate each and every day.
To you, to her, stay here you say.
One day I will suffice to all I feel.
And never feel you her him or anything……….
REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!

I want to let my life go each day.
But somehow I find a way.

It would be much easier to taste the steel.
To make the lead, my final meal