Suicide

I cant take it anymore,
This life.Whats the purpose
of living,if it means nothing to
you?Its like everyone and
everything is baring down on me
and they expect me to do
everything.And i cant.I can only
do so much at one time,and
its like they dont care.So i dont
care.I have my finger on the trigger
but i cant pull it.Not yet anyway.
I put the gun down and grab a
pen and piece of paper and begin to write.
The note is short,but filled with sorrow,
pain,and rage.I put the note
on the table and retrieve the gun.
My hand trembles,just a little bit,as i slowly
move the gun to my temple.
Tears fall down my cheeks,as i softly say
my last good-byes.I pull the trigger
and everything is consumed by
darkness.The shot is quick,but painful.
I can see my body.Im floating above the
room,watching the scene unfold
below.I hear the door click as it is
pushed open.Then the bloodcurdling screams.
A woman rushes to my side,tears
spilling down her cheeks.I hear sirens up the road.
The neighbors must have heard the scream
and called the police.What feels like hours,but is
only mere minutes,the police
barracade through the door and immediatley
call the paramedics.They try to move the
woman,who is in hysterics beside my
lifeless body,but she wont budge.The
paramedics arrive and load me on a gurney.
The woman rides with them in the
ambulance.I start to follow them,but then i
see the most brilliant,white light and
i cant help but to feel peace and calm
throughout my body.I have a feeling this is where
i belong.