Giving in

by Inocente   Feb 10, 2009


Death creeps in on this winter night.
I stare at the lonely cold walls.
They listen but they never talk
They stare at me unforgiving in their judgment.
They stare and always know.
My foggy eyes see no light.
I walk on the floor down the empty hall.
Wash my face as I always do
I catch my eyes on my reflection
Rage. Confusion. Pain.
Who is the person that stares back through my eyes?
I've lost everything
I've lost myself
This world is empty
I've felt many years in the cold
I am no longer my previous self
Just an empty skin walking around
Like an indeed thing
A shell, a mask
I don't feel like I used to
I'm not sure I can even feel
Lost the girl
Lost my friends, they are all dead
I blame myself
Never good enough
I'm something that should not exist
A virus, a plague to this human race
Go back to the room
Under my bed... my gun
So many memories.
Point it to my heart stop hurting... please.
Point it to my head... stop reminding me!
I load the gun
Point it at myself.
(Squeeze, never pull.
One... two... STOP!)
They died protecting you.
She left, there's more to life than her.
Back to the bathroom, I run from my thoughts.
Look in the mirror for one last time.
Goodbye. One last time.
No longer will I be the cause of anyone's pain.
BANG!!!
Kill the reflection of my old self
I'll change... I have to... I will be a vaccine.

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