My Doom

The voices in my head are
telling me that I need to be dead.

But before I put that knife to my wrist
and decide to end my life.

They tell me what to do once more,
as I watch you walk in my door.

I run to my drawer
I pull out my gun, before you know it, you can hear its mighty roar.

I shot you down
but I have no sympathy for it was me, you tried to drown.

Bleeding onto my now dirty floor
I see the inside of you that was filled with only dirty gore.

I loved you not
and you will forever be forgot.

I will be joining you soon
but I must not forget it was your death that loomed and made me escape to my doom.