My life has chances,
Different ways to go,
I have a chamber of six
Different places
Different ways to go.

Each day is a chance
We may survive
It could be our last
Who knows.

I have the barrel to my heart
So my times broken,
What is one more.
My heart beats
I hear it in my throat
In each breath,
Will this be my last beat of my heart.

Click goes the trigger,
No end to my heart,
It beats another beat
I will not leave this world
With a broken heart.

Five ways to go,
Then four,
Then we get to three.

I put the barrel in my mouth,
So much trouble this has caused,
So many regrets I have said with words,
I gag on the barrel too far did it go,
I ease it back
Gripping
Biting the barrel,
The last word
Through the gap in my mouth
O god
I pull the trigger,
Sweat on my brow
As it expels air in to my mouth.

I spin again,
To my temple it goes,
I am thinking to much,

I have had four chances,
I two ways to go,
Thoughts,
Regrets
Sorrow
Happiness,
Hate,
Love,
So many thoughts,
I just pull the trigger,
They Say a mind is a terrible thing to waste,
Over the wall I'd agree
As one again the chamber,
Is empty.

I have one spin left,
I Spin
I look at the me.
I point it pull the trigger,
The bullet shatters the glass,
Shards on the floor,
I look at my many reflections,
I had six spins of fate
Six ways to go.

I am alive,
It is not my time to go,
I realise we have choices
To live,
To give up,
To end it,
To carry on.

I choose to live my life,
To take it one day at a time
My life is like the shards of the mirror
When all looked at,
Life can be seen in so many ways.