As I slowly raise the gun to my head I can’t help but think of it as a salvation and a solution to life and pain, but I can’t help but think maybe there’s another way.
The blades again? Surely not…. It’s not a definite way of ending it. Maybe the pills? But they haven’t been reliable in the past.
Or maybe I should just find another way to run away from it all, yet no matter how hard I try its always there following me like a shadow.