They felt the metal in they're hand...
Cuts and bruises shown in tan.
They put up with enough bullshit to last them forever...
The had enough of this life...
It's for the better.
They've heard it all...
From, "You'll be fine." To, "Commit suicide."
They don't need your lies...
Your burdens or your knives...
They have a gun...
It's not gonna be fun.
They've learn that life will beat you...
Kill you...
Even make you just be there...
No existence...
Just a nuisance breathing air.
They've been shown that their life isn't their own...
Controlling can be shown...
Demons and humans...
Disown and untold.
They gripped the gun...
Tighter they went...
Palms all sweaty, tears streaming steadily...
They put their finger to the trigger...
Slowly they pulled...
A gunshot was told.
"NOO!" They heard, as they went down...
Past the cliffs and onto the ground.
Blood pooled around...
Red and gooey...
"Why would you do that? I wasn't ready!"
-GAP out 🌈
YOU ARE READING
No one cares
PoetryThere is no dark and light. There is no sound nor silence. There is no hate nor love. Only yourself. And what you make out of everything.
