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My Suicide/a poem
The bullets are laid out, and the gun is by my side. The letters have all been written, the tears have been cried.
I have gone through the funeral, and what I will wear, who will be grieving, and who won’t be there.
I have heard the questions how could she do this, and I don’t know why, ALL I know in my heart is that I’m ready to die.
The pain of living is too much to bear; this life of torment isn’t going anywhere.
I have tried to be happy but sadness always follows. And how much hurt do I have to swallow.
So please forgive me, I know it’s not right, but with this gun I’ll find peace tonight.
By Theresa Bauserman