I Hate Myself And Want To Die


I hate myself and want to die

It doesn't even matter why

I sit here holding this beautiful gun

And with its help, my pain is gone

The most beautiful explosiong I'll ever hear

Is that of this gun as the bullet draws near

Hitting my skull and killing my brain

This cute little bullet will end my pain

I don't know how it came to this

My life you see, has never been bliss

Happiness has always eluded me

And when it's in my grasp

I cause it to flee.

I wish it didn't have to be this way

Wish there was some other way

To deal with my pain

I think of my friends and sit here and cry

They may wonder why I had to die

I hope they do not dwell on me

The best thing for them

Is simply to forget me...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this when I was a very dark place. I'm no longer there, but I keep works like this to remind me of the past.

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Andrea Vipperman's picture

I'm glad that you are no-longer in that dark place.
the poem does make me think of similar thoughts, but as you say they are moments from the past.