All night I kept thinking about how
Lovely it would be to hear the sound of a
Swift, crisp gunshot while the
Bullet strikes my head.
I saw Suicide Room and they were
watching someone take their life,
Seeing everyone turn around surprised me
I didn't turn because I imagined myself
Being the person behind the gun.
In less than 5 seconds
I'd be able to take my life
And not be able to deal with others and myself anymore.
It wouldn't hurt because all of the stupid things that I've done
And all the stupid things that I've done with you
Had impacted me worse than suicide would ever do.
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Poetry Is My Diary
PoetryMy diary, written in poem form. My feelings and life bunched into a couple of stanzas. I might post more than one in a day.. Don't copy or I am reporting.
