9 mm hard pressed against my head… despair disguised as comfort in my desiring to be dead… the worst might be over if I could just pull the trigger…
It’s really about all the hard times some go through… and a lot end up standing at the precipice… if I could just pull the trigger…
Sweaty hands and heart racing… yet I love this life so much… but not enough… if I could just pull the trigger… what a bloody mess to leave behind, and I would have to see it, as I leave this life and hover over my body… if I could just….
After the blast maybe my spirit would enter an eagle… if I could just…
Cold Steel against my head.. I’m pulling the trigger…CLICK!…. no bullets in the gun!
Frankie The Earthman 