Sad Stories and Pretty Scars

Into the Darkness I Go

I'm going to warn you ahead of time, I wrote this poem when I was really depressed, and when I felt better, I was like, "There is no way I wrote this scary son of a gun!" But I did, and when I'm sad, this is what I normally think of myself... Hope this doesn't scare you too bad.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time.

And I see something that I don't think I want to see.

A monster.

And it looked like this:

Small red dots all over it's face.

Thin lips that curl into a sad frown.

Blue-gray eyes that looked puffy and red.

Underneath those eyes are small,

Glossy trails of where tears used to run.

It's hair was a mess.

As were it's thick eye brows.

It's arms were big,

But weak like it's soul.

It's chest was flat,

But some how uneven.

It's legs were short,

And had the ugliest feel at the ends of them.

I had seen this monster before.

And I know many things about it.

For example,

It never thinks before it acts.

It does idiotic things all the time.

What it doesn't realize,

Is that every time it feels sad and guilty for what it's done,

It's slipping deeper and deeper into the darkness.

It's hard to believe that this monster was once me.

I can't believe I've let myself slip so deep into the darkness.

But,

Maybe if I ended it now,

I won't have to suffer anymore.

I won't have to make others suffer anymore.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time.

I look down at the shiny trigger in my hand.

I can feel myself slipping,

Deeper,

And deeper,

Into the darkness.

Come on,

Do it!

The sooner you do,

The sooner you can get away from the darkness.

Well,

I guess this is it.

Goodbye

...

I hear a click.

Huh?

What's this?

Out of bullets?

Well,

I guess that means,

Into the darkness I go.

Ps, I've never tried to kill myself before!