Is it possible to feel so alone,
While being surrounded by people?
My breath comes out shakily,
My hands tremble,
I hold a gun,
My finger stands on the trigger.
All I want to do is press on it,
The heavy odor of death fills my nostrils,
And Letting go never seemed so appealing.
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Quotes and Poems
PoetryQuote and Poems are where we find something to hold onto, it's a way of letting all your feelings out.
