He loves that bottle

Thinking it is the only thing that loves him back

Hanging out with friends who love it just as much

They laugh, they joke, they drink

Tipping back the bottle

He decides to spice it up a little bit

He comes back to his group of friends

They fear what he holds in his hand

They wonder why he has it

This guy seems insane to them

He shows them the one bullet

Sliding it into the small revolver

He laughs and spins the cylinder

He puts it to his head

The trigger is pulled with such ease

Not knowing what future lay ahead

The sound was deafening

The room was silenced in an instant

The smell of blood filled the room

Being rushed to a worthless hospital

Being seen by hopeless doctors

Leaving a family that would do anything for him

They wonder if he even thought of them

Or even wondered how they feel

Most learned to live with the loss

Others... still haunted by the memory

Left with the good and the terrifying ones

But always wishing it had only been the good

He pulled the trigger that caused them pain