A dark alleyway is where I decide to end my life.
I sit in a puddle, water soaks my dirty business suit.
Why would I care anymore. Looking to the sky I see the moon, so beautiful and clear.
I open my case and look at my last possession besides the clothes on my back.
A gun... my fathers. An old revolver, still working.
I open the side to check the bullet is in place, one is all that's needed.
I pull back the hammer and place the cold steel against my wet hair.
"It didn't have to be like this..." As I pull the trigger and the bullet rips through my skull and brain I have no thoughts.
My body slumps against a dumpster. I am dead. Another deadbeat dumpster corpse.