Misunderstood

My world is spinning
not sure which way to turn
not sure what to do
the gun lays there
so still and quiet
sitting there and thinking
how life has done me wrong
wandering why
i hate life so much
will i pull the trigger?
i too will leave this world,
leave this world of hate.
there is nothing left for me

slowly
i pick up the gun
i feel my hand shaking
i hear my heart beating
i point the gun
toward my chest
for people will now know
a true broken heart.