Air

Life always begins with a gasp for air;

New lungs straining for something to fill them.

All throughout life the process continues,

Pulling air in and letting it out again.

But when your minds starts thinking over-time,

And you learn the bitter coldness of the world and its people,

Suddenly air isn't that appealing anymore,

Nor the life it sustains.

So with what little sanity you can muster,

You contemplate what you can get your hands on,

And you write your final goodbyes.

The moment of truth is upon you.

And as you feel the cold barrel pressing against your skin,

And you pull that life-ending trigger,

One is forced to laugh.

Life always ends with a gasp for air.

AN: Heh… it's really true if you thinking about anyway you would die.. Hehe.