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.