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?