The Void

I sit here now,
In the back of my head,
A gun in my mouth,
Tasting the bitter taste of burning lead.

Give me a reason,
Or give me a sign,
If you don't,
Today I say goodbye.

I hear the screaming,
I'm tired of living,
Now feel the bleeding,
And the pain of giving.

Giving my life,
Throwing it away,
Can make me better,
Than I am if I stay.