As I sit on my bed,
It feels as though I'm already dead,
As I sit there awake,
My dark shuddering thoughts make me quake,
I sit there thinking that no one cares,
Everyone just stands there and stares,
My one and only thought is with a gun,
One pull on the trigger and it's all done,
No one tried to stop me,
They didn't care and let me be,
Now the only decision left is to live or die,
I look back and ask myself why,
I realize that the choice I make will be my last,
Everything now is done and in the past,
Soon it is all said and done,
My life ended with a gun.
at least you would go out
at least you would go out with a bang right?? lol jk that's terrible..
I like this poem a lot because i can relate so well, i often lay in my bed and feel the same way
Good writing
Yeah i spent a lot of time on
Yeah i spent a lot of time on this piece
wow
this is outstanding!!! beautiful. perfection.
forever and always <3 Jenn
Thank you so much, im glad
Thank you so much, im glad you liked it:) make sure to read the rest