I cock the gun inside my head.
Hoping that I’ll end up dead.
Inside i dig and pry.
Hoping soon I’ll one day die.
I drag the knife across my cheast.
One step sloser to eternal rest.
Hurry run to the ledge.
With every intent to jump off the edge.
Every day inside…
I commit suicide.
i love this… great work
-mer
see i like that one more. cuz it stands for something i suppose; a state of mind.
that was downright poetic. the best thing i’ve seen on this site. well done. ironic that people can congratulate you on something that was most likely created out of sorrow.
I love it.
isn’t poetry usually poetic?
yeah smartass. i should be used to it from the notorious blacklight