My collection of poetry and short stories

Breakdown

I was fine
Not happy
But okay
Until someone started talking about it
They had crossed a line
Bringing back dreadful memories
I don't say a word
For who would want to be friends with a girl who is so damaged and broken
I keep it all inside
Letting the pain and sadness build up
Until I'm alone, and I can release it
Everything builds up like a bomb fueling to explode
All it takes is the smallest spark to ignite it
Me being alone is that spark
BOOM!
The bomb explodes
Here comes the breakdown
Tears pouring
Screams rippling through my mind
Dangerous thoughts trickling from my subconscious
I just want it to stop
No. Please.
Flashback.
Fucking make it stop.
Flashback.
Can't take this.
Flashback.
Have to end it.
Just one bullet can make it stop.
My suffering will end
If I keep going it will just be one breakdown after another.
Sadly, I have no bullets right now.
But one day, I will.
And all of my pain will be over.
It will be my last breakdown.