Gasoline {Poem thing}
All of this gasoline.
It looks so stunning.
I almost don't want to light it,
Just because I don't want to ruin it's beauty.
All of this gasoline.
It could end my pain right now.
It could take away all the evil things I think about.
Oh this beautiful gasoline.
It looks so pristine.
But I've been sitting here.
Looking at it for hours.
And sometimes I wonder,
if it's been used before.
If I'm not being creative.
If I'm not being original.
And I guess I'm not.
So right now I'm ignoring the voice in my head saying "End it all. Now."
Just like all those times it rains gasoline,
and you have to resist the urge,
to light yourself on fire.
Thoughts on being a coward.
I wish I could tell you all the depressing things I think about. Straight to your face. But when I'm with you guys, I just don't have the courage. I feel like a coward. Afraid to see the look on your face. I wish I was strong enough. I should try to be, shouldn't I? So maybe I'll try it. Maybe when I'm feeling down. Maybe it'll be tomorrow. Or in a few days. Would you even want to listen? Tell me. The truth. I want to know.
P.S. I just posted three entries in a row... Sorry for bothering you. I <3 you all!!
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~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
