Day after day my heart still fades.
Every word I have spoke crashes in,
I try to breath through the terror it invokes.
I remember everything.
And just as it began my life is ending.
A few things I should say before I go.
Before I am completely dead inside.
I sit on my bed and cry and cry.
I always knew I would be a fuck up through time.
A moment is all it takes to just make all this pain go away.
I have been to strong for to long.
My walls are caving in,
This might truly be where my life story ends.
I look at the gun and put the bullet in the chamber,
Then I click it and put my finger on the trigger.
Under my chin is where this will go.
The blood will be everywhere I know.
I think if my parents and them walking in.
I think about their faces as they see my walls painted crimson.
I think of my mom crying while they pick out a casket.
I think of my dad when he resorts to the bottle of whiskey.
I pull the gun away from my chin,
Only because I know the pain is temporary it will end.
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PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
