Memories of the Past

(This is a fictional poem) I want someone to show some mercy and put a bullet in my brain. That's the only thing that will take away the pain. Life was once great and it was filled with viigor. But now I want someone to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. I'm no longer a husband or a dad. While I was driving my family to Florida, I got very mad. My kids wouldn't stop screaming so I started driving really fast. I crashed the car and now the only thing I have of my family are memories of the past. I was the only one who was wearing a seatbelt and that's why I survived. I wish I was dead and my family was still alive. When I look in the mirror, I see someone who I despise. Please take away my pain by putting a bullet right between my eyes.