It feels cold to the touch....hauntingly cold-
Just as the shadows slowly unfold-
My tears flow freely - God, I can't take the pain-
What am I doing? I must be insane!
It feels cold to the touch..the gun laying there-
Just like my heart - Does anyone care?
Oh the pain cuts thru me - it hurts like a knife-
No one should bear this turmoil and strife!
Are the bullets in....yes, I can see-
They will end the horror's inside of me!
The heartaches of life....I can't take anymore-
Me and my gun - we sit on the floor.
Blackness surrounds me like a dark cloud-
The silence around me- God, it's so loud!
I have no one to love me- no one to care-
Piercing lonliness is always there-
No one to miss me as I lay in my grave-
Nothing of value - nothing to save.
God , please forgive me - for this is a sin-
But I cannot fight the demons within.
Here in the darkness - I feel so alone-
Stark pain inside me - my will is gone.
Hauntingly cold - like the ice inside me-
I lift up my gun - oh , so slowly.
I point to my heart...tears pour like the rain-
I pull the trigger - no more pain.....
It feels so cold...hauntingly cold....
Written By Linda M. Hill
