Broken

As you open the door

You see me there on the floor

I have fulfilled my will to die

But you continue to wonder why

It wasn’t a bullet from a gun

Yet it wouldn’t take more than one

It was from a slowly breaking heart

But not from being apart

Along with my dream to die

Came the urge to cheat and lie

I took a shot in the dark

But I managed to hit my mark

It’s over now

You stare and say "how?"

But I’m laying here dead

An end to the miserable life I led....

~Jasper Adair