I was once bulletproof;

Today, I'm just a shell of what I once was;



Just one bullet would solve everything.
It would end everything that affronts and hurts me

A single bullet would end all suffering and bring me peace.
I want help, I need help, but I just want it all to end with a single bullet.

That cheerful, playful, smiling man was lost somewhere and, at some point in my life, I wanted to be him again, with some meaning/purpose after losing everyone I love.



Dying isn't the solution, but it's certainly not a bad idea.