The metal gun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My life right now

It's black its cold
It's heavy it's bold
Its locked up in my dad's closet
where none of the kids can reach it
Lucky Im tall enough
and just within grasp to get it
I pull it down and load it up
and carry to the bathroom
my eyes are red my face sad
but I know I cant go on
I put it to my head
this black and heavy gun
I close my eyes as i cock it
And lay my note on the sink
My fingers on the trigger
my minds on the finger
POW!!! Goes the gun
I was only 15

Submitted: March 21, 2010

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Thats so sad... They were only 15!

You don't explain why they killed themselves, which is rising so many questions in my head... The point isn't to rise questions, it's to rise any that might come up.

But I do like your poems, so I am becoming a fan! :D

xx Makayla :D

Sat, March 27th, 2010 12:47pm


Thank you...well it's actually about me and how i felt a couple of days ago....mainly I jus get bullied alot so it hurts most of the time and it's getting harder and harder

Sat, March 27th, 2010 6:22am

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