part of me feels like I should pray
part of me finds it quite foolish
to talk to my ceiling as if it has the answers
to all of my silly questions.
"oh, good man in the sky,
today I am sad.
if I killed myself,
would you send me to heaven
or to hell?"
as always, there was no response.
only continued silence.
and so I put my finger on the trigger
and whispered,
"might as well"
-i.s.