Wondering, which of the shiny new hollow points will make him sorry
Almost smiling now....
Each one, snuggly drops into its random, slot in the chamber
With a moaning sucking thud, as if they know..
The cool nickel plated revolver feels cool
Against the now fevered, pounding vein in my temple
Drops of salty sweat and tears mix
Falling onto my pillow
This friend, has become an enemy
I battle in the dark
Shaking arms grow weak
It's now or never
I must remember
What is it I'm doing?
But you don't even see!
You won't weep......
so it goes..
sticks and stones may break my bones..
but words can never hurt me...
7-29-2013, Surviving After Suicide Attempts Contest