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my silent screams
I scream
2 rounds left
I fire the gun
The gun that chooses my fate
Life or death
Angel or demon
My salvation
I can't go on in this world
This pain is just to much to heal
You used to captivate me
I was lost in your world
These wounds just wont fade
Theres just to much that time can not erase
I put the gun to my head
I brace myself for the impact
For my life was to worthless to even contradict
I take a second glance and look behind me At my friends and family
As My life flashes before my eyes
My mother slapping me
Slamming my head against the wall
Blood and glass everywhere
"I hope you die you worthless piece of shit"
Her hurtful words surrounding me
I take a breath
I raise the .44 magnum to my skull
I fire
As I fall to the floor
My life diminishing from within
I'm left in a pool of blood my silent screams fading
As I realise I have won
I no longer have to play this demonic game we know as life
As the sun sets on the horizon
My soul flies free
2 rounds left
I fire the gun
The gun that chooses my fate
Life or death
Angel or demon
My salvation
I can't go on in this world
This pain is just to much to heal
You used to captivate me
I was lost in your world
These wounds just wont fade
Theres just to much that time can not erase
I put the gun to my head
I brace myself for the impact
For my life was to worthless to even contradict
I take a second glance and look behind me At my friends and family
As My life flashes before my eyes
My mother slapping me
Slamming my head against the wall
Blood and glass everywhere
"I hope you die you worthless piece of shit"
Her hurtful words surrounding me
I take a breath
I raise the .44 magnum to my skull
I fire
As I fall to the floor
My life diminishing from within
I'm left in a pool of blood my silent screams fading
As I realise I have won
I no longer have to play this demonic game we know as life
As the sun sets on the horizon
My soul flies free
Published 27th Jul 2012
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1st Aug 2012 00:17am
no matter what, life is still worth living. I have felt these same ways but no matter what...
13th Sep 2012 3:12pm
Or, you could just fucking walk away. If it does not matter, just go and re-invent yourself, and be anyone and anything. And you can do this over and over. The mind is capable of a complete overhaul. So, this piece brings up a lot of angst I used to feel when I was not being listened to. Just writing about it is freeing.
Anonymous
14th Sep 2012 3:47am
Wow!!! This deep. I know about hurtful words from people who say they love you. Those are worse off than you, cause they know not how to love someone. You must take you life in your own hands and make it what you want it to be. Remember you are somebody, cause you are here sharing wonderful poetry with us. :)
14th Sep 2012 4:07am
