April 29, 2011
The cries,
the screams,
the horror,
the insanity.

I will never be alone,
because they are always there.
They never go away,
this is not fair.

Sleepless nights,
bad dreams.
The voices speak,
with such profanity.

I don't want to live,
my thoughts are vile.
I cannot live,
I am hostile.
I put the gun to my head,
pull the trigger,
and smile.

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Numbthoughts said...
Jul. 4, 2011 at 9:55 pm
I LOVE this. Yes, it is a bit on the gloomy side but thats when a poem is at it's best, when you can open up your rawest and harshest feelings.
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