Teya Salat

Life Is Not A Game
Life is not a game.
I can't tell you how much I want mine to end.
Shout at me the two simple words,
game over!
Blackness is all I can see,
pain is all I can feel.
I can't pull myself through.
This is something I feel I should do.
No will care.
I pick up my gun.
Do I even dare?
Blood is pouring.
Heart is ripping.
Soul is fading.
Blood groups on the floor
to watch me die like a standing ovation.
It's too late now they'll never see my face.
Because where I lie is my resting place.
I know I'm not so strong.
But I refuse to cry.
Now I can't even say goodbye.
I'm gone without a sound.