You fall so deep,
Stand there,
With a gun in your hand.
Im sick and tired,
Of all your complaints.
You speak of how painful it is,
How you want to die,
End it then.
I have no sympathy for you,
For your eyes blinded with tears.
Forgive me,
But you disgust me.
You shiver,
Fearing the death you have stumbled upon.
Dont turn back,
Pull the trigger and end it.