I wish to understand, I wish oh how I wish. Will I ever be thee one to hold a gun toward myself to have a last moment of thought, before I pull the trigger toward one and regret it a second before my purposeful end?

What shall one do, if they are trapped inside their mind as they rot in bed with the flu? What would you do if you were trapped by thoughts of death and purpose? would we all end up with the same end, or maybe a twist to the plot?

the questions I beg mercy for thee to answer, will never ever be enough for thee as I only gave my words, not my tongue, nor my throat. What can one give, to hold the answer of life? Nothing, as thee will never tell.