PULL THE TRIGGER

by Bree   Dec 21, 2007


I stand in my room,
In my hand is my gun,
My blood runs cold,
Until my body turns numb,
I think of them,
I think of him,
Memories haunt,
And it kills within,
I try to find my courage,
To end my life tonight,
To prove to them im strong enough,
To go through this suicide,
I think of my wastefull life,
I remember how the girls would all snicker,
I bring back every painful memory...
Then finally i pull the trigger..

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  • 16 years ago

    by tamara

    So sad. :( its a really good poem and flows beautifully but its just so sad

  • 16 years ago

    by HidinVictim

    Thats really good, it brings up my own memories and really makes me think. very good 5/5