I put the shotgun to my head,
a fraction from now I'll be dead.
An ounce of lead pierces into my head,
cerebrial fluid starts to spread.
A life of woe I have led...
Oh how much I have bled.
My body twitches on the bed,
seconds later I'm officially dead.
Well I guess enough has been said;
this poem is covered in fragments from my head.
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-my-love/
