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What's My Thoughts...?
You wanna know what im thinking now?
what i thought about 20 minutes ago?
what i thoughts 5 years ago?
Well let me give you a hint,
it starts with s and end in an e...
thats right suicide.
Ive thought this overwhealming thought for years
now and can no longer take the bullying,
or any of the other fuckinh drama.
Ive been picked on my whole life on being bigger than
everyone or hitting puberty earlier than usually,
people stare at this monstrosaurous thing as my tears stream
down my smoothe sandpaper textured skin.
No one saw my true potential and just gave up on me so early
so i fucking gave up,
i was always hurt or let down by everyone...even the ones i thought
i could rely on when in need.
I finally couldn't take it anymore...
so i snuck outa class one day went into the hallway to my locker.
As the links to the lock finally clicked the door to my locker swung
open and there lyed the shiny primed 9mm pistol i had stored in there,
i reached in and held it for a good ammount of time before i had come
to my conclusion.
I then raised my arm and put the gun to my temple...
standing there as the suspense growing by the breath,
i then closed my eyes and pulled the fucking trigger.
The gun went off and separated the opposite side of my skull throwing out
all my memories and allowing my soul to be set free.
My brains went all over the wall,
my dead corpse dropped to the ground...
Teachers and students came rushing out to the scene,
but there was no one nor a gun in sight,
it seems that i was right and was a ghost this whole fucking time...
what i thought about 20 minutes ago?
what i thoughts 5 years ago?
Well let me give you a hint,
it starts with s and end in an e...
thats right suicide.
Ive thought this overwhealming thought for years
now and can no longer take the bullying,
or any of the other fuckinh drama.
Ive been picked on my whole life on being bigger than
everyone or hitting puberty earlier than usually,
people stare at this monstrosaurous thing as my tears stream
down my smoothe sandpaper textured skin.
No one saw my true potential and just gave up on me so early
so i fucking gave up,
i was always hurt or let down by everyone...even the ones i thought
i could rely on when in need.
I finally couldn't take it anymore...
so i snuck outa class one day went into the hallway to my locker.
As the links to the lock finally clicked the door to my locker swung
open and there lyed the shiny primed 9mm pistol i had stored in there,
i reached in and held it for a good ammount of time before i had come
to my conclusion.
I then raised my arm and put the gun to my temple...
standing there as the suspense growing by the breath,
i then closed my eyes and pulled the fucking trigger.
The gun went off and separated the opposite side of my skull throwing out
all my memories and allowing my soul to be set free.
My brains went all over the wall,
my dead corpse dropped to the ground...
Teachers and students came rushing out to the scene,
but there was no one nor a gun in sight,
it seems that i was right and was a ghost this whole fucking time...
Published 4th Mar 2011
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4th Mar 2011 5:15am
Alot of people deal with thoughts of suicide, but i think you would regret it if you did it. There are people that love you. Suicide is a permanant solution to a temporary problem :) things will get better, i know they will.
4th Mar 2011 4:11pm
This poem made me sad. I have also had thoughts of suicide and I knew that it wasn't a good way out of my problems. If I were you, I'd think of all the people that love you. Listen to some music or read a book if you are feeling crappy. Think before you do this. Ignore all of the people that bring you down or say something to them. They will eventually stop. I hope you find this useful.
