Sometimes I sit here and wonder why do I look down the barrel of a loaded gun instead of pulling the trigger and letting every thought and feeling pour onto the ground and the wall as I lay in its puddle
Maybe it's because I see life at the bottom of the barrel and with one squeeze of the transparency trigger,
I can begin my new life
I can begin my new life under a new name, in a new home that's only big enough for me
I wouldn't have any bills and I wouldn't have to worry about upsetting anyone because nobody would ever know who I am or who I was but what they will know is that they met a man who grew tired of life and wanted to be left alone
They had met a man who could never be vulnerable enough to act on his emotion and tried his hardest to make...