Pain

I'm done with the pain I feel,
The horror of it all so real.
What can I say what can I do,
To get this message through to you.
The flash of sliver that could be quick,
Right across my left wrist.
I could watch the blood run out the vein,
Helping me relieve the pain.
I look and see my brown leather belt,
And wonder if that would also help.
Or what about the gun on the wall shelf,
I could pick it up and shoot myself.
I could climb onto the tallest building in town,
And jump down to the ground.
Anything would work just fine,
As long as I can get the pain off my mind.