Destiny

A piece from a depressed time in my life.

This is the story, never told.
This is the life, never known.
This is the Destiny of Suicide.
Never held, never loved. Beat at home then school.
Failing grades, losing hope, turns to God; he's silent.
Closing in, no one's there, even deep inside him.
Why go on? Life's not far, at least revenge is.
.45, 30 rounds, perfection lies in chaos, bleeding corpses all around, beauty never clearer.
One last round, one more task, no one left to see, he lays himself to the ground, fulfills his destiny.