My mind a porcelain sculpture
the hollow inside containing all my thoughts
A gentle hand created its unique structure
every fine detail expresses strong emotion
My mind, a lovely work of art
beauty at its finest, with one exception
Thoughts, questions, memories, dreams all
may be formed inside, but can never leave
No big deal right? it's not as lovely as it seems
I'm forced to remember...everything...
every nightmare, every cut, every time I was hurt
It creates a piercing pain
making me wish I knew nothing
with every moment my lungs fill, every heart beat
the more it aches
My mind, crafted from porcelain, fragile yet strong
All I ask is for it to stop
I know what to do, to destroy what it makes
I write my final letter, knowing what i'm about to do will be a memory that i'll never forget.
Laying upon the bathroom floor
I cry in pain
screaming for the thoughts to leave me be.
As tears flood from my eyes
I press the cold metal of the gun to my head
I clench my fingers, pulling the trigger
The bullet rushes out shattering my mind
I am free and in the moment I feel no regret
My world now forever dead, and black
nothing else matters
and even if I were to come across regret
oh well... I can't go back.