Resentment

Im stuck in this mental conflict trying to lean on the one person i thought i could confide in.

Turns out the same person was crying out for a shoulder in which they could lean on.

My friend of 6 years finally decided she didn't want to be here.

See, she left a letter behind in address to me.

If only I would've asked if she was ok.

Now im sitting writing this to you with a glock to my right ready to bust a bullet through my head.

Im a fuck up only fucking things up for the people around me.

My parents will be better off because I am no longer a burden.

I see them stressing and hear them fussing and I know its because of me.

They can't solve my mental conflict thats going on within.

What do I do? Im battling trying to figure out which is better between life and death.

Now I'm having flashbacks, reminiscing on all the bullshit.

I choose death.

I'm loading my bullets, counting to ten, deep breathes, eyes closed and now I'm dead.

Sorry mom. Sorry dad. But I had to.