Is this real or is it not?
Is it to good to be true?
My heart pounds
and hands shake.
Am I imagining this?
I cannot be here.
This is real.
My life is at this point
for a reason,
I cannot stay.
This is fate.
All it takes is a shot,
my life is to end
and I'm happy,
happy to be here,
happy to go.
Bang! and its over,
all over.
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Poems from Strange Places
PoetryI wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent peop...
