The Thoughts of a Girl with a Pen and Paper: A Literary Compilation

Going To Break

I love tragedies. You know, stories that typically have endings where a person does not receive the same feelings in return, one of the partner dies, or simply things did not work out for a couple. Hence why I wrote "Going To Break".

WARNING: If you are suicidal, depressed, or feel sort of related to the character in this poem, I suggest to not read this or, read it at your own risk. This poem depicts self harm that may trigger you. Although I am not sure if this poem is actually any good, it does describe a form of suicide which I do not want anyone to do. YOU MATTER and somebody out there loves you so please, SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER.

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"Going To Break"

There he was, standing in front of the altar
Waiting for the bride that he can see from a far
He flashed a small smile
as she walks down the aisle
Describing how she looked;
"A princess out of a fairytale book"

"She looks beautiful, as always
from her foot up to her face
Her smile makes me weak
Her elegance just made me meek
Every ounce of pain was worth it
All the pieces are starting to fit
Now I'm starting to remember,
why the two of them are together

"When he left her and ran,
I thought I had another chance
I thought I was the one
But instead I'm going to make the two of them one
Because whatever I do,
it just made me blue
Because he will always be
the man she loves that I could never be
Now my illusion of the two of us is gone
It's time to end this, I'm done
Please be happy
to make my misery worthy

"Let me hear your laughter once more
before the altar servers close the door
I know my brother won't leave you this time
That's why I became a priest before I commit this crime
Because after this ceremony,
I'll end my chapter in history"

He smiled to the bride and groom
Their love is seen by everyone in the room

"You may now kiss the bride"

He felt like he was going to die
As his brother kisses her with delight
He contains the tears he wishes to hide
He waved to the newlyweds holding each other so close
as the doors of the chapel started to close
He cried alone as he drank some wine
wondering if he'll ever be fine
But as he remembers her smiles and laughter
she is definitely happier
As he drank one glass after the other
he can't contain the pain any longer
With swollen eyes and rattling bones
he pulled out the gun hidden in his clothes
His heartbeat raced as he held the gun
Will he use it or will he run?

"It's the end of the story
The pain will be gone, eventually
I'll see them in the afterlife
By then their love won't kill me with a knife"

With those few words
he sobbed with a curse
As he pointed the gun to his head
he looked up and said,

"Goodbye my princess
What I'm about to do is nonsense
But before I go,
I want to tell you that I love you so
But sadly,
you already left happily
Goodbye once again
Till we meet again"

He pulled the trigger without hesitation
right after his confession
He laid on the floor
as his blood poured
The church bell rang
as the birds sadly sang
This is the tragic death
of a man who loved a girl until his last breath

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