The rain fell as I walked along the side of the road, cars passing by, kids turning and looking at me with interested eyes. The rain gets heavier and heavier until you can't see much around you, the lightning and thunder start getting more and more frequent. The thoughts all run over me like a pack of charging Buffalo. My thoughts consume my brain, my paces get quicker and longer every second. I pull out the gun from my pocket and cock if. The bridge is getting closer now, just across the road. The thoughts get deeper and deeper until I have no control anymore. I am emotionally dead, soon to be physically dead. I'm on the bridge now, I find the highest point and stand on the railing, it's slippery, the gun pressed against my temple and I look around once more and take my last breath. I jump. The air passes by me quickly as the ground gets closer and closer, BANG! I pull the trigger just before my body collides with the ground. No one knew what I was really going through, I tried to explain but it never worked. Oh well... No one has to worry about me anymore. I'm gone now, in a dark distant place where you just dream, I'm happy now... No need to worry about me.
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Another Lonely Boy In a Lonely World
Teen FictionThis is a collection of poem type things that I have come up with. They are all 100% original and I ask that you do not copy any of them without my permission. Oh and please leave your opinion in the comment sections! I want too make every poem bett...
