Trigger

I’m alone in the room. No one there to stop me from crying. No one there to stop me from dying. Pain so deep it can’t be expressed in words. My heart beats so fast, I can’t keep up with it. My breathing slows as I grip the gun tighter. Slowly bringing it to my head the tears start to flow down my cheeks, as if they have a mind of their own. I rest it on my temple and pull the trigger. Nothing comes out but a small clicking sound. The gun drops to the ground as I lie there, sobbing uncontrollably. I hear my parents car pull up. I just don’t care if they find out anymore. If they see me crying, the gun lying next to my head. They should have noticed earlier. They should have helped me. My so called ‘friends’ were never there for me. If they were there for me, they would have noticed that I was depressed. That I was going to die.

Signed: Sigger!