Confused

The barrels like a long tree trunk, the whole a perfect sphere.
The trigger two points from the top, ' My GOD ' the time is near.
Friends I haven't any
Parents do not care
My lover up & left me
My life I will not spare
squeeze the trigger, a lod bang in my head
parents come running in crying 'OH MY GOD, SHE'S DEAD.

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Comments (2)

We get a lot of suicide poems on this site. A LOT of them. This one is a bit better than most. If it's real-life confessional, then I agree with Uriah - I hope writing the poem helps you deal with your situation. Write more.
Very intense poem, I hope you're getting it out in the work.