My mind has become numb.
My eyes red and painful.
My head continuously pounding like a drum.
My thoughts are blurry and dull.
The amount of my tears have hit the max
My awareness has started to slowly dwindle.
I don't know how much longer I can do this.
It's become too much to bear.
I just love making decisions.
There's so many to choose from.
Although, I decide on one.
I choose the cold metal gun.
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In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
