pain

a long time ago
we were alone
an empty house
my loaded gun

moving closer
my stomach in knots
placing his hand
on my shoulder

I’m always hurting
but never healing
looking, touching, feeling
not caring, but always thinking,
why me?

later that night
he was asleep
I let a tear slip 
I was in too deep

6 feet under
my only solution
the pain in my life
too constant to heal

I’m always hurting
never healing
looking touching feeling
not caring, but always thinking
why me?

the gun to my head
death on my mind
thinking of my pain
wanting to die

click bang boom.