A/N - this isn't really about depression or like that, but I thought I'd just share it because... idk.
Terror takes place in my heart
As the criminal plays his part
The weapon is drawn from his cloak
Aimed directly at me; nobody spoke.
Beside me, a roar, a boy cut down
Will later be in a dressing gown
The bullet's bang ricochets
So loud it makes me feel so dazed.
The mans red eyes had locked with mine
They glared at me the whole time
He charges and draws his pocket knife
Tries to make an end to life.
He swipes the knife below my knee
Scrapes the bone; starts to bleed
Smacks me down with his palm
Now smothered in my sticky lip balm.
My head strikes the dry earth
Blood roars like fire in a hearth
Stars sparkle in my vision
Darker... darker... darker...
I see the man through wet eyes
He almost appears in a ninja disguise
Gun aimed right at my chest
Of me, I thought, he'd beaten the best.
Feeling of hopelessness in my mind
As I lie; the events unwind
One tall boy charges at the man
Foiling the mastermind's ambitious plan.
I try to move; I try to yell
To pain though all my limbs I sell
I simply cannot move my knees
As I yell, I fall and seize.
The pain simply overwhelms
My mind hides in subconscious realms
I wake up slow and I find
Mates above me intertwined.
I try to move; I try to yell
But I am trapped in a cell
Words of panic and loud shouts
I battle pain; coming in bouts.
Fading... fading... fading...
I'm still awake.
Fading... fading... fading...
I still ache.
Sirens roar
I hear a door
Lifted onto a stretcher
Covered with gore.
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The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
