Gray, I have many poems. But this one I wrote the day I graduated high school.
All these doubts you said would heal
But time just can’t undo
the humility, pain, and torment
I was obviously going through.
I hesitated to pull the trigger
But with the gun up to my head
I fell back onto my pillow
I laid there and I bled.
All the drugs I was thinking
Simply wouldn’t ever do,
So daddy,
Here it is, the gun I took from you.
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Utterly excellent.
I agree. truely Amazing.
I’m glad I’m not alone but it makes me sad tht there are others who have it way worse, and who are giving up. I know this makes me a hypocrite to say this, but you shouldn’t give up. Keep writing and keep living.
i wish my brother would have said the last line. he actually did shoot himself with his dad’s gun and all i’ve ever felt ‘since was that i wish he would have shot me first….as many times has he’d need to get out the pain.
definitely keep writing and living….. i’ve been suicidal off and on for years and the only thing that’s actually kept me going was writing and other kinds of self expression.
graduation day was weirdly depressing for me, too.
Why do these things make us(or maybe just me) so depressed? Just today I got very depressed while in the middle of a group of laughing friends. Only one of them knows what I’ve don’t and what I am willing to do, but I don’t think she remembers or cares. Keep going on.
<3
I’m the same way. I can’ t seem to find happiness in anything. Especially since my friend went to prison.