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Bang

Contributed by burningintherain14 on Tuesday, 15th November 2005 @ 08:24:28 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

There’s no use anymore,
In trying to improve your life,
Nothings going to work,
All that’s left is a knife.

When something good finally comes around,
Something always ruins it,
I wasn’t meant to be happy,
I’m starting to get used to it.

My whole life is messed up,
Everything is bad,
But it wasn’t 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 couldn’t believe how easy it was,
I put the gun to my head,
I quickly pulled the trigger,
A second later I was dead.

Copyright Â© burningintherain14 ... [ 2005-11-15 20:24:28]
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Re: Bang (User Rating: 1 )
by hellsfallenangel on Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 10:23:37 AM AEST
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its very good but it should be in the suicide poems section

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