Bang
Contributed by
burningintherain14
on
Tuesday, 15th November 2005 @ 08:24:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Theres no use anymore,
In trying to improve your life,
Nothings going to work,
All thats left is a knife.
When something good finally comes around,
Something always ruins it,
I wasnt meant to be happy,
Im starting to get used to it.
My whole life is messed up,
Everything is bad,
But it wasnt always this way,
I wish I still lived the life I used to have.
Day by day my life gets worse,
When the slightest hint of happiness shoes,
It disappears so quickly,
I just want to let go.
As the pressure builds up,
I begin to go insane,
I look at my arm,
And stare at my veins.
I press on the knife,
As hard as I could,
I cut so deep,
Deeper they anyone ever would.
One by one,
My cuts get worse,
It feels so good,
My whole life is a curse.
I finally put the knife down,
Drenched with my blood,
I fall asleep,
Waiting for a new day to come.
I being to wake up,
My arms are kind of sore,
I wait for something to happen,
So I can hate my life even more.
I go out into the living room,
My dad suddenly sees me,
He quickly comes over,
And he begins to beat me.
I run back to my room,
And I soon start to realize,
Nobody wants me here,
My life is one big lie.
I think some more,
So many thoughts in my head,
Not even my parents want me,
They all wish I was dead.
I see a gun,
And quickly grab it,
I sit there and stare,
Its time I ended it.
I couldnt believe how easy it was,
I put the gun to my head,
I quickly pulled the trigger,
A second later I was dead.
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2005-11-15 20:24:28]
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