Lost Inside Poem by Michael Buchanan

Lost in a forest of sorrow. for the wind cries for me, and the trees stand saluting my past. i will sit here lost within myself knowing it was all laid to rest. Holding the gun of peace to my head in that forest my thoughts will end. and my and my soul wil decend down to hell for the end. Though the last thought before the trigger was pulled was how did this all start. where did it go bad? Why was i always so mad?