Whats the point? Why do we…no…why have i held on for this long? You have to admit,you’ve thought about it to. …ending your life,ending all of the hell. So for one more time i pick up the gun that has always been by my side. It raised me,protected me,ruled me. I look into the barrel.completly… Continue reading Pointless Actions
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Pointless Actions
Whats the point? Why do we…no…why have i held for this long? You have to admit,you’ve thought about it to. …ending your life,ending all of the hell. So for one more time i pick up the gun that has always been by my side. It raised me,protected me,ruled me. I look into the barrel.completly filled,all… Continue reading Pointless Actions
a poem of inner tortures and demons bared
let no food enter my mouth and no water pass my eyes wither away from the inside and when i die maybe then will it be for me those tears you cry but parting is such sweet sorrow happy to have me gone and away til you want something done my way then forever its… Continue reading a poem of inner tortures and demons bared
unexpected person
A boy sat in class trying to understand what the teacher was saying when he felt something hit his head he turned around and saw a couple of boys laughing in the corner he then said out loud “stop it you guys” and the room grew silent and the teacher spoke “is there something you… Continue reading unexpected person
“The Duality of Existence”
I lie in quiet fascination of this sleeping body beside me. Our breath flowing in practiced rhythm to the drum roll of our heartbeats. My senses fill with that indescribable yet all too familiar scent. I still remember. My hand laid across her skin, feeling her warm life beneath my calloused fingers. I clench her… Continue reading “The Duality of Existence”
angel?
As I lay in my bed I think about everything ahead will my life still be the same? If it is should I be the blame?
I’m not crazy just euphoric
I am looking down at myself. My body feels so light and the sky is so crowded with these crimson bullets. I can barely keep my eyes open. The heroin is dominant over the blood in my veins. It’s in my head and I am happy.