The Final Option

by Konsta   Dec 30, 2005


I'm sitting in my room quietly,
only painful memories accompanying me.

Haunted by all that pain,
sorrow and power,
I've foolishly tried to gain.

Now fortune has abandoned me,
and only the picture I'm trying to be,
remains in my head.

I seem to have no goal anymore,
no passion to live, no dream to score.

I pick up the gun, my last escape,
to a much better place, I hope.

I pull the trigger and hear a bang,
I glance to the light and see a gang,
of angels, I hope.

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  • 18 years ago

    by DevilWithin

    Hey hun that was really deep and I loved it alot. you write really well. keep in touch. Rachel

  • 18 years ago

    by Konsta

    Thank you Beckey, I read a couple of your poems and think theyre great too. I wrote another poem, I think its a bit worse but I still joined my clubs competition with it, check it out.

  • 18 years ago

    by Becx

    Konsta i really like it even if u r drunk its good u dont really wanna hurt ur self bad and i know wht its like to fight the urge to cut please be safe cuz u have people here that care and im here if u ever need to talk keep writing and getting drunk ur poems r great much love ~beckey~

  • 18 years ago

    by BrokenMisery

    Great poem, it has a good structure and some strong emotion! I'm glad your not planning to do anything, be strong because there are people out there who care (including me and Sierra). Keep writing and try it sober because if you can write this well drunk you can write brilliantly with some great talent.
    --Broken.

  • 18 years ago

    by Konsta

    Thank you kind words, Im drunk when Im writing this but dont fear, I am not going to hurt myself. In fact, I have never even thought of cutting or anything. If I feel bad, I destroy my rooms wall, or something like that. It wont help much but dont fear, i promise I wont.