[Rain]

Fragile, I contemplate throwing in the towel.
Ponder giving up, ending it all.
Reach on the dresser, looking with my hands,
I find it, cold and heavy, loaded and ready.
Point it to my head, pull the trigger.

Sweet freedom.

[Phonoho]

Had you focused on a more metaphorical death, alluding, perhaps, to a moral type of suicide or finality, it may have had more impact for me. The coarse irony of the final line carries little weight and comes off as gratuitous at best, like a forensic photo of blood spatters on dirty wallpaper, but with few other clues.
Throwing in the towel suggests that one were once a contender, but this piece reveals that you never really gave it a shot, so to speak. Giving up on poetry? A wise choice, if suicide is to be the result. There are worthier topics out there.

[Reik Mohican]

I really liked how the reader is not aware of exactly what is happening until the final line. However, I agree that a slightly more elegant way of presenting the suicide itself would be better. You could have a much larger impact on the reader by simply tweaking one line.

[Peppy]

Not your best work, but it still has the edge. Your work is way better than this now. Hmmmmmmmm... good interpretation of life, or problems, in a neverending battle. Yup, it's neverending.

Hmmmmm....

[Rain]

Yeah.. this was quite awhile ago... Thanks Peppy.