End of the suffering

By The Angel Of Hope

The door is closed

The lights are off

The music so loud,

I can hardly hear my thoughts.

The cold steel presses to my lips,

They shiver and tremble like they did for my first kiss

I feel happiness and bliss for I know this is one gift Santa won't miss.

I hear his footsteps in the snow;

He's coming to tell me I will suffer no more...

Tears now running down my face,

As the floor shakes from the music's bass.

So many tears, I fear the gun will rust,

Before it can do me just…

This is cowardly!

I can hear Daddy say it to me.

Just like always… he's yelling at me.

Mommy stands there begging, pleading

"Please, don't let this be your way of leaving."

Sister waiting at the door,

For the moment when she will say she has a brother no more.

She waits to hear the sound of the gun,

For she knew this day would come.

Do you hear sister dear? Do you hear Santa's here?

The clock goes tic,

The gun is cocked,

The clock goes tock,

The door still locked.

Yes, I hear him bringing his gifts… Only your gift is here.

Down her cheek runs a lonely tear.

One of both sadness and of fear.

Know that I will always care,

Even though I'll no longer be here.

My heart is beating faster and faster.

I tell myself to pull the trigger, I wish to no longer linger.

Before I know it I am dead.

Lying there next to my bed,

The blood slowly is dripping from my head.

The moonlight shines on me showing a smile you can only slightly see.

The first time there had been a happy me.

My sister smiles, and puts her hand to the door.

"Merry Christmas, my brother, you received your gift.

You will suffer no more."