I've been forced to do this.
Don't try to stop me.
It's for the better,
no one enjoys
my presence
anyways.
All they do is pick on
me. Make fun of the
way I talk, who
I am, and
how I
live.
If they won't listen to my
screams of help when I'm
alive, maybe they will
when I'm dead.
Lets just
hope.
They could have stopped this situation
from ever taking place. All
they had to do
was help me.
Offer a
hand.
But no, I'm just the freak.
The one every kid makes
fun of. I wonder
who will be
next to
die.
I held up the my fathers
gun to my head. The
cold barrel made me
shiver. I guess
this is
goodbye.
Every so slowly I put more
pressure on the trigger. Please
listen next time. Don't
let this happen
again. Please.
BANG!
YOU ARE READING
30 day challenge
PoetryI created my own 30 day challenge. I'm writing a poem or something like that everyday for the next 30 days. After looking at my writing, I hope this inspires you to try your own 30 day challenge! Have fun!!
