When we lose someone we love, we try to escape the pain and choices we make are not always the right ones.

Now I lay me down to die,
The pain has returned and I cry.
I want to leave in the black of night,
I wish to be gone before the morning's light.
The sun is no longer golden, the sky isn't blue,
It all stopped existing, the day I lost you.
A loaded revolver now shares my bed,
It rests on the pillow where you laid your head.
The gun promises an end to the pain,
Wanting you has driven me quite insane.
The whisperer beckons, I want to obey,
A twitch of my finger, then death spirits me away.
The phone's shrill ring makes me freeze,
I am distracted, now death stands at ease.
A friend's voice asks if I'm all right,
Death has been cheated and cowardly takes flight.