My mind an empty canvas,
My home a wish,
What is it all called for?
The world so dark and unforgiving,
Turns my wishes into my deaths.
We won't survive much longer.
I feel my heart beat waver,
The songs the birds sing
No longer go in my favor.
If I had a pistol,
Would I put it to my head tonight,
To use that trigger in a final act?
If you had a gun tonight,
Would I beg you to aim for me
And shoot with all your might?
I plead to the sky,
If anyone drives and sees me,
They shall step upon that brake,
So that when I don't move-
Because I want them to hit me and now me down-
It can't come to pass.
So maybe one day I can be thankful for what didn't happen,
Even if I pray for it now sometimes.
An accident.
Just an accident,
So no one would feel bad,
For something that I've wanted all along.
~Me, March 27
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
