Open, POP CLICK POP
Open, POP CLICK POP
Open, POP CLICK DEAD.

Life is fleeting,
it leaves you in one quick motion.
Your so numb you can't feel any emotion.
The pills are setting in
you smile because you think this is the end.

Nothing,

you wake up the next morning with a killer head ache.
You look at the bottle emotions pouring back in a wake.
The familiar numbness is missing
and here you are tears forming at the eyes hoping,
wishing.

The pills are all gone
your at wits end.
Then you remember you have little friend
You pull it out from its dark hiding spot.
Fumbling for the bullets in a moment of distraught
You take the barel put it to you head
and count to three
1
2
3
and then your Dead.