A poem for death

A better world

The silver gun rest on my tongue 

It feels so right but tastes so wrong

I feel my finger tremble as the trigger and him debate

An argument of past regrets

A future that awaits

I stop to pause and think if this is how it ends

To stop the pain and suffering

Of my life that's just pretend

A life without love to shower with or to share

I have nothing to offer you but this burden I bear

Don't try to stop me

And don't feed me with your lies

For every false you tell me another piece of me dies

With all my hope lost

And a pain that increases

The trigger is pulled and my body goes cold

Escaping a world of hatred and diseases 

Visit me if you must but don't damn me for my choices

You and the others brought me here

With hatred in your voices

My name and a date is sealed with R.I.P.

Now etched in stone

I'm forever alone

A better world without me