The words floating around his already vacant mind were the ones; “I tried, I tried” In a sudden epiphany of his depressive feeling for love, he sighed The popped up thought of the meaning of love in a world so young, The love of which is recognised mainly through obsessive sex and tongue. Day by day and night by night, he released the same sigh, In his mind was a girl, a girl in which he thought so high, A girl who’s brilliance and perfection shone brighter than the sun, A brilliance that shone the light towards the gun. In a final breath and a final thought of her he cried; I tried. I tried, it was as much as I could do. But I tried. He took the gun and pointed to his head, ushering a final breath As the lead filled bullet fulfilled his desire. Death. And with that final breath and his first ever shot, He had escaped the pain of his soul, that was left to rot.