With my last breaths i start to cry, I know that i am about to die. I am weak but the regret is strong, I now know that i was wrong. I wanted death to take me away, But my memory on earth will stay. Longing for happiness, defeat from the sad, Now wishing my life was iron clad. I know the dead are truly dreaming, For the life that left them screaming. To this life i say goodbye, I can no longer live this lie. Full of regret but what's done is done. As I stare down the smoking gun.