I wonder how the gun’s barrel will feel against my temple.
I wonder if it shall feel cold and metallic in my mouth
I wonder what will happen when I pull the trigger
I wonder if time shall slow down as the bullet will travel
Piercing my mouth, my nasal cavities, my brain
And then coming to surface on top of my head
Like a battle-worn soldier aghast from seeing
the horrors of my morbid mind
I wonder what will happen when people will hear the bang
Will they come running to my room?
Will they wail and cry as they see my dead body
My face frozen with horrors etched onto it for eternity
I don’t actually want to commit suicide,
but my entertaining the thought of doing it
has got me worried about my mind’s whereabouts
where is my mind? is it sane wherever it is?