I End

It's too late, what's done is done,

You're no longer my number one.

Our times together were once fun,

But that's all over now, isn't it hun?

I grab the gun,

Cold despite the warm sun,

A deep breath,

Is all that stands between me, and my final rest.

The decision has been made,

It's time your debts be paid,

 By living with the knowledge,

Of a life you destroyed,

Finger on the trigger,

I wonder if the words, "Man I miss her,"

Will ever float trough your head,

If my memory will live in the deepest, darkest, places in your mind,

Reminding you of the bed you've made.

Now, I say goodbye,

Cold steel meets warm skin,

Barrel to temple,

A twitch of my trigger finger,

That blows my mind,

And I End.