Ultimately its my choice,
my call, my voice.
my final decision,
to pull away,
or make the final incision.
Iv always had to run,
but now I have a gun,
don't ask me why.
I finally have a chance to end.
all I have to do is let the trigger bend.
and I wont have to cry.
but I'm optimistic, iv felt severe strife.
tell me, in your opinion,
should I?
should I put the gun to my head,
pull the trigger, and end my life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem