Ideations
They never went away They never left her alone The depression slowly settled On her weary frame. “He’ll never truly forgive you For all that you’ve done.” The mocking whispers taunted As she picked up the gun. The cold hard metal handle Laid heavy in her hand The black empty barrel Stared back at her face. She had already checked the chamber, She had one single clean shot. One shot to get it over One shot to end it all. One by one she mentally said goodbye To her mother, father, brother. She apologized one more time To the man who was her lover. She whimpered as she pressed the gun To her soft white temple Her bottom lip only quivered once Before she pulled the trigger.