Tick, Tock.
It's two o'clock.
.
I'm still awake,
with my hand on the glock.
.
"I can't hold it", I said.
.
Asphyxiate, my lungs deflate,
Tryin' to breath, but inadequate.
.
Please,
Let me out of my stress.
.
Help me release,
Everything that made me depressed.
.
.
But too many faces,
Bunch of people to impress.
.
I'm hoping someone heroic,
But it's all void.
.
Will I make it?,
Well, let's just finish it.
.
Click.
.
.
.
Oh, it's empty,
How pathetic.
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Therapy Session
PoetryWhat do you expect from a Therapy Session?. This is a collection of Poem/Poetry that based on what I'm really dealing and experiencing. This is a Therapy for me to release what's on my mind and take the weight off my shoulder. If you ever feel or se...
