My collection of poetry and short stories

Games

I've been playing charades
Trying to get you to understand without me having to speak
Were the scars not enough of a sign?
Now I'm sitting here on the railing of a bridge over the river
Gun in hand
Playing a little Russian roulette
Either way I'm going down
Life is a game
And I have always known I'd lose to myself
So am I actually the victor?
I'm ending my life. 
Seems like a loss
I've always wanted to die. 
Seems like a win
I guess everyone else has won
They've wanted me gone too
Mom,  telling me to kill myself and to cut deeper
Only to say you don't recall
But I know you do
Under all of those empty bottles
I know you remember what you said
And dad
Under all of those empty bottles and burnt blunts
I know you remember what you did
I was doomed from the beginning
A life wasted
I had potential
I still do
But what is the point when I only make everything worse
It's always my fault
There's no reason to continue on
I'm tired of sitting in the darkness

Let's play a game. 
Truth,  or dare.
I'll go first. 
I dare myself to pull the trigger.