Suicide

I stared down my demons, no flinch, no disguise,

Every spin of the chamber just a look in their eyes,

Not trying to die — I’m trying to decide

If fear’s gonna rule me or get buried alive.

I put the barrel to the lies they fed my brain,

Pulled the trigger on the doubt, let it click with the pain,

Every empty chamber proof I’m still here,

Every breath like a verdict: you ain’t done yet, stay clear.

This ain’t suicide — it’s psychological war,

I gamble with the truth just to even the score,

If I lose, I lose the chains, not my pulse, not my name,

I’m betting my demons won’t survive the aim.

They said, “One wrong move and it’s over, that’s facts,”

I said, “I been dead inside, now I’m taking it back,”

I risk comfort, habits, every poison I know,

If something gotta die — let it be what’s below.

I played chicken with despair, blinked last on purpose,

Let the fear hear my heartbeat and know it’s worthless,

Every spin was a choice: stay hollow or fight,

I chose scars over silence, chose breath over night.

Now the chamber’s empty, demons shaking in doubt,

Turns out they were bluffing — I was never the round,

I walked out alive with my hands still red,

Not from blood — from gripping the trigger of my head.

I don’t glorify death, I defy it instead,

Stared into the void and said, “You blink first,” then I stepped,

This game ends one way — me standing, them gone,

I faced my demons head-on

…and I’m still moving on.