Suicidal Trend

On a cold and colorless day,
I write this farewell letter.
I’m prepared to leave this world
and to end my suffering.
I’m tired of lies,
I don’t want to suffer anymore.
My life is a living hell:
why should I live?
I wish I could see the sun once more,
wake up with no pain in my soul,
feel the wind touching me…
find a reason to live.
I pick up the bullet that will set me free,
I leave my memories in the past.
I’m afraid but I need to go…
don’t cry for me anymore.
I feel the cold dominating me,
the blood boils in my veins.
Time passes by in one second,
I point the weapon to my own head.
I wish I could see the sun once more,
wake up with no pain in my soul,
feel the wind touching me…
find a reason to live.
I hear a voice calling me,
keeping me from going on.
A strong light appears…
I see a man dressed in white.
He says that he knows me
and knows how I feel.
He shows me the way out,
a reason to live.
I see the sun shining in my life,
my sorrow is gone.
The Heaven wait for me…
Jesus showed me the life.