I search in my soul and find that my soul is dry. It hasn't found a time that it hasn't wanted to cry. I'm full of hate and dream of dying. I approach an edge and think about flying. When I hit the ground I'll forget it all. It's weird to think that it can be solved by a fall. But I fight the pain of living. Every chance I get I'm giving. And I thank God everyday that I'm breathing. Then turn around and regret every breath. Want to just go after putting a bulllet through my chest. Pierce my heart with a final blow. Won't hurt as bad as when she said no. It'll all be over and done with, no more pain. But again I fight just to live in the rain. I don't want to die. But i don't want to cry. Don't want to look in the mirror wishing I'd die. I'm about done cause I've been hurting for years. Can't see the barrel through all the tears. I fought my fears. But now i'm leaving here.
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Poem / Poetry
Poem / Fantasy
Poem / Young Adult
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