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Jun 2010
A barrel to the head,
I will soon paint the area around
Me that sickening red.
A deafening gunshot, caused by the untaken remorse.

My blood flooded around my
Lifeless body out of my depression's force.
I thought of the people I love and the
People who might miss me, but this was

The only way I could be saved,
The only way I could set my shattered soul free.
With a single note tightly clutched
In my cold, unmoving hand,

Everyone will know the future I had planned.
The life I wanted, how much I missed the past,
What dazed thoughts were my last.
The pain was too much to bare,

But no one took the time to care.
That's what killed me.
An innocent girl who yearned to be loved,
But her feelings and emotions were

Constantly shoved.
No one cared enough to look past
My protecting wall,
That's when it came crashing down and the tears started to fall.
Written by
Dakota Schmidt
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