I hate myself and want to die
It doesn't even matter why
I sit here holding this beautiful gun
And with its help, my pain is gone
The most beautiful explosiong I'll ever hear
Is that of this gun as the bullet draws near
Hitting my skull and killing my brain
This cute little bullet will end my pain
I don't know how it came to this
My life you see, has never been bliss
Happiness has always eluded me
And when it's in my grasp
I cause it to flee.
I wish it didn't have to be this way
Wish there was some other way
To deal with my pain
I think of my friends and sit here and cry
They may wonder why I had to die
I hope they do not dwell on me
The best thing for them
Is simply to forget me...
I'm glad that you are no-longer in that dark place.
the poem does make me think of similar thoughts, but as you say they are moments from the past.