2014
Darling, I hope this doesn't disappoint you.
Last Monday, I skipped school;
Went to go relieve my blues.
Darling, I bought a gun;
Put it up against my head.
I pulled the trigger,
Watching as she fell dead.
I didn't mean to do it.
I just had to relieve myself
From this conscious, burning hell.
But darling,
Though she might have died.
You could say I saved her life.
She wouldn't have slept another night.
Look, she's happy now.
She can finally be herself.
The old me was just a shell.
I killed the girl;
The girl I used to be.
Maybe now I can be free.
Moving on, I can be me.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poésie❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
