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.
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