The Assorted Poems

Lead

One in the chamber,

Less than an inch of lead,

With just one shot, I could be dead;

I raise the revolver to my head,

The next thing I know everything is red,

My world goes black,

My body hits the floor,

All that is heard is loud smack!

I awake in a hospital,

My head wrapped with gauze,

I stare into ether,

I take a long pause,

It's just how I thought it would be,

People outside,

Now they seem to care,

Before my depression they denied,

I thought I could end it with the click of a gun,

How wrong I was,

I still feel unloved,

Like a lonely-dirty-bum,

Soon I'm release from my white room confinement,

I push past the people,

Who are suddenly on an anti-depression assignment,

I may have worn a mask,

But they are all plastic,

They may say they care now,

But their words are bombastic,

On my home from the hospital I stopped at store,

I saw a girl named Jennet,

She's a whore,

I walked past the park,

And saw a man named Steve,

I hate that mother fucker,

He thinks I smoke too much weed,

I don't even smoke,

I'm just a little slow,

Everyone likes to tease me,

Yet me they don't even know.

I finally get home,

Alone in my apartment,

I sit in my leather chair and switch on tv,

I see the a reality show about sisters,

I hate all three,

I think about how life is absurd,

How people get obsessed with celebrities,

Or become obsessed with a word,