This is it.
I've snapped,
I can't go any further.
The trigger has been pulled.
The bomb has gone off.
I try like heck to carry on,
I'm just a ticking time-bomb.
About to explode the next time something sets me off,
I'm done for.
I'll be nothing.
I can't hold it in anymore.
It hurts too much to hold it in.
I've held it in for far too long.
This is it.
It's done,
and so am I.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
