first of all im not going to suicide the poem is just about suicide...so here it is... The Crossroads of life, caught me off guard. Pushing me to the ground, and gently pounding me hard. Now with a crutch in my pits, and a pistols cold grip. I sing the sad song, verses rush through my lips. The weapons cocked back, the safety is off. I wheeze with a cough, and rattle words off. What comes to my head, will quickly be shed, onto the screen that projects, as my mind reflects. The cold steel touches my flesh, my body quivers at best. Destroying all of the fright, as i tell my ego goodnight. The limb of my limb, wraps around the steel trigger so thin, gently squeezing it in, bullet piercing my skin. As my mind goes within, who knows what happens next. It may be complex, known to me as a vex. A need to know, before my body grows. Digging a hole shoveling soil and stone known on earth as flesh and bones and a tiny gravestone.