Gun in hand,
Blinded by the sun,
Shining it's light on my flaws,
Exposing the hate I hold for myself.
Mere inches from the edge,
The edge of the horizon.
To step off into nothingness,
To feel the cold,
Tight,
Grip of depression slip from my throat.
Fall into the sweet comfortable feeling of nothing.
Destruction is mere beauty,
What more beautiful to destroy than yourself?
To take every single thing,
Every second you fought,
Every dream you've ever conceived,
Every single ******* memory you have,
From yourself.
Some things you just can't come back from,
You know...