Memories of the past

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 vigor.

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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This is a fictional poem

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