My suicide

I slit my wrists for what's not mine,

I lose myself within lost time.

I've been reaching for the sky,

but now it's time to die.

In the dreams the gun echoes with one final click,

no bullet.

Another click,

still no bullet.

I take my chance with the rope,

to show me my final hope.

But I only found a piece of twine,

alright fine.

I take the knife,

to take my life.

But it's too dull and won't cut through skin,

to help end me in the worst sin.

But I know its all a dream,

so when I wake I begin to scream.

I grab the gun and point it straight,

close my eyes and pull the trigger.

Click,

no bullet.

Screw it.