Memoirs of thinking of Suicide

I am Trapped in the dark
Feel so alone
.

Help has been sought
But desperation has grown

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Wanted by none
And knowing it well

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This deep pit of dispair
Is where I have fell

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Gaze at the gun
One loaded out of six

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Roll the cylinder
Let the fates take thier pick

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Put the gun to my head
Close my eyes tighten my finger

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BANG

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My body collapses
But my spirit still lingers

.
I watch as they enter
My room in a run

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I then start to sink
The fires feel like the sun

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I didnt believe
That hell was for real

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But to kill ones self
I guess is a big deal

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But even as I sink
I stop and start to think?