Pull it, pull it, just ******* do it. Because if not now, you'll ******* lose it. As I sit..with my knees to my chest, I slide the gun up my thigh to my breast, and then up from my throat to my chin, my heart beats..I can't help but listen, and I put it in my mouth, wishing for energy to shout, but I take a breath and then I take it out, glide it across my cheek, and up to my temple. Call me a freak. Call me mental. Just end it all, right here, right now. And listen close 'cause this will be your last sound. Just ******* do it, this life ain't worth livin, So let's get to it, call it My Final Decision. I close my eyes and my face tightens, Sorry to who will find me, I didn't mean to frighten. Just ******* do it. I pull the trigger Get some chalk and draw my beautiful figure.
Another one of my lost poems from my old account. ♡