What Would It Take For Things To Be Quiet?

Find me in the bathroom.
A gun between my lips.
A note laying carelessly on the floor.
The words slurred and quick.
Read it with a gasp of shock.
You couldn't beat me, the clock had stopped.
Shove my shoulder.
Watch me fall.
This didn't hurt after all, it was so wrong.
To soon.
To fast.
You hope this moment won't last.
You lean over and what do you find?
Multiple scars, probably six or nine.
See that smile that dazzles my face.
With my vacant eyes, it looks out of place.
Your voice is shrill.
As you call my name.
This time you've lost.
And I've won your game.