Home alone,
Gun in the open...
I want my own,
Why do I feel broken?
I walk over,
I drop to my knees...
I lift up the cover,
Tell me please...
I set my hand down,
It feels so cold...
I wonder about the sound...
Is there a load?
Click, Click...
Is that the sound?
Pat, Pat...
What about that?
I lift it up...
I just sit and stare,
I look away at a cup,
Click, Click...
Count to three;
1, 2 as I count...
My finger on the trigger;
3 and then... BANG!
I fall back,
My vision darkening...
Time to pack.
Hehe, I'm ready...Death.
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My Love For Poems
PoetryJust some poems I made as well as some I've found that I personally like. Btw these are depression poems...I will try and throw some positives in there every so often.
