One, Two, Three

As this pain grows stronger; 
My will becomes weaker. 
I grab the cold gun; 
I make sure the barrel is against my head snug. 
I count to three. 
One, two, three; I'm at peace. 
God places his hand on my shoulder; I look into his eyes. 
He says, "Don't believe the church and all their lies. 
Nothing you do can become between you and I." 
I hope I didn't cause you too much pain. 
You're not the one to blame. 
I know I accused you of it all when I was alive. 
But I see now it was my own weakness that lead to my suicide. 
One, two, three; I am free. 
Don't worry about missing me; 
For I will always live in your memories.