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isthisthingon
Student
- May 16, 2026
- 197
That's it, that's all it takes. Place the firearm to my head and pull the trigger. Yet, I sit in my sorrow attempting to muster up the courage to take action. Every waking thought is consumed by the exit waiting on my countertop. I load and unload the chamber like a ritual. The ruger talks, it taunts me, "kill yourself, it will all be over, I'll take your pain away."
I've told myself time and again, "if I just had a firearm it would be an easy pull". I dry fire over and over in preparation. The cold steel rattles my head. Practice doesn't make perfect. I remain totally paralyzed waiting for the right moment that will never come.
That's it, that's all it takes. Place the firearm to my head and pull the trigger. Will tomorrow be the day? Or will god answer my prayers and take me in my sleep tonight? God are you listening? Isthisthingon?
I've told myself time and again, "if I just had a firearm it would be an easy pull". I dry fire over and over in preparation. The cold steel rattles my head. Practice doesn't make perfect. I remain totally paralyzed waiting for the right moment that will never come.
That's it, that's all it takes. Place the firearm to my head and pull the trigger. Will tomorrow be the day? Or will god answer my prayers and take me in my sleep tonight? God are you listening? Isthisthingon?