Thoughts fill my mind,
painful memories of the past.
Remembering my shameful life,
always hiding behind a mask.
Depression filled my life.
Anger filled my heart.
I had to escape the sadness;
From all this I had to part.
People always asked me,
"What is wrong with you?"
"Why do you always seem
to be sad and blue?"
I just ignored their comments,
and hid myself away;
Hating to have to go to school
and hear them every single day.
I searched for answers to
help me end my pain.
But I soon realized that more
sadness was what I gained.
One afternoon I went home
and found my father's gun.
I thought, " Could this be my solution?"
"Could this be the one?"
I picked up the gun,
made of cold, black steel;
Praying that my pain
I would never again feel.
Everything went black as soon as
I pulled the trigger.
I hope no one forgets me.
I hope they'll always remember.......