Dark Corners

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was overly depressed today. This is the result. Enjoy my pain.

Submitted: April 28, 2011

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Submitted: April 28, 2011

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Words.
Heat seeking missiles that aim strait at the weak pillars that hold up my sanity.
My defenses only work for so long.
Too much damage puts me in my current state.
Out of embarrassment, I hide my face in a giant hood.
I let the tears run down my face.
It stings.
The tears feel like acid.
I confide in those closest to me to no avail.
Nothing takes away the pain.
It drives me to a dark corner.
A corner unseen to even me.
“What is the point?” I think.
“Why me?”
Sleep is no all curing potion either.
I have dreams.
Horrid dreams.
I wake with a start.
I see a gun.
I can’t take it any longer.
I place it to my eye.
I finger the trigger.
I can’t pull it.
An unseen force keeps it from happening.
I know that somewhere, someone cares.
Despite the fact that they are a distance away, and I rarely see their face, I know our feelings are mutual.
I have a reason.
With the gun still to my eye, it goes off.
I feel the bullet slowly rip apart my brain.
I know all is lost.
My body falls motionless to the ground; my head holds the huge hole.


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