I've been laying in my bed at night,
Just laying there wishing for one thing,
Begging to put a bullet in my brain,
And feel all the blood drain.
I'm not quite sure why,
Why only recently I've had this strong of desire;
Depression is worse than ever before,
But comes in waves to prolong this war.
I can see it well:
The lead pulling away my thoughts in its path;
Memories and feelings blown to shreds,
Finally nothing left clouding my head.
As I contemplate last words,
I wonder if death'd come quickly or prolong an extra minute,
For my mind to flash through all the moments of pain and content,
Who knows, in my last breath maybe I'd even feel a bit of regret.