Sitting down right here on this crooked wooden floor that’s squeaking from my weight,
A gun pressed against my head the cold metal sending shivers down my spine as I wait,
The anticipation building up, I swear I could feel the suspense, and honestly I’m so afraid,
Muscles tensing up, my eyes close, there’s a burning coursing through my veins,
Not sure if it’s from the situation or the assortment of pills I took to get rid of my pain,
Waiting, I can feel my heart accelerate like a car at some race,
Gun clicks like a clock counting down my time as I brace,
Bracing for impact, waiting for the bullet to enter into my brain,
Taking too long, why is he taking so long? I just don’t understand.
I fight back my fear to open up my eyes what I see I just cant begin to comprehend,
Because I’m alone in this room and that gun against my head is in my hands.