Trigger Finger

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Gun in my hand, held up to the head

Twitch of the finger makes it go boom

Sending blood all over the room.

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Heat seeking bullets find my brain

No need to worry there was no pain

If I had another choice I would do it again.

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I realized after I finished it, that it was a suicide poem. I meant for it to be about a guy who was bored out of his mind but it turn into this. Yeah. I've read many suicidal poems and it makes me worry about them. So to put those like me at ease, it's a poem that has no connection to me besides the fact that I wrote it.