My head is spinning, thoughts that cannot be controlled and my head is a place that no one should be in as it would torture the toughest of people.
I plan my way out which feels to be the best and most suitable way to help all in my life.
So as I sit on the edge of my bed, with a 9mm hollow point bullet in one hand and the gun in the other ready to be loaded and used.
I sit there contemplating whether I should place the end of the gun in my mouth, under my chin, on my forehead or at the side of my temple & thinking which will cause the least amount of mess to clean up…
Last updated December 07, 2022