picture on the floor

been sitting alone
in this room for as long as it lets me
been hoping that
this world could just forget me
etching your name
into the side of this bullet
taking my time
losing my mind

the words you said
last night well they have cut me
and those lies you told
have pushed me in and shut me
out from the world and scarred me for the last time
i'm tired now
it's time to go

click, click boom
and the room is filled with silence
as my soul departs
from self inflicted violence
i feel the weight
as it lifts up off my shoulders
and as I look down
i see myself slumped over
in a puddle of blood
a shell of a man
that once was
with a picture in my hand
it was time to go
you wouldn't understand
it was time to leave
i couldn't take it anymore...
but you're still beside me in that picture on the floor