anuminis

My heart is lost. My hope is gone. I sit in the dark in my hand a gun. Darkness around me fills me with pain threats me with horror makes me insane. I lift the gun onto my head. I push the trigger and I feel no regret. The time stands still. The dark hold its breath. No sound can be heard no bullet is left. I scream into darkness throw the gun away pull a knife my head's gone insane. No hope is left. I lost all my happiness. Won't live any longer stab myself ruthless to death. But death doesn't want me. It won't let me in throw me back into darkness alone with my sins.