Problems

So many problems today,I don't know how to deal. I won't turn back again, This time I'm for real. I've considered the solution Quite a few times before. It sits in the back of my father's Locked dresser drawer. But I know where he hides that small golden key. It's under the frame of a picture of me. I open the drawer and reach to the back. I pull it out and stare, It's cold, shiny, and black. I look in the mirror And hold it up high. This is it now, I must say goodbye. You open the door And look in my eyes. At first, you're confused, But then you realize. You're trying to stop me,running at me with vigor. But you can't stop me now, I've already pulled the trigger. Lisa Smock Copyright 2008 Lisa Smock