And here she stands,
With her feet deep
In the warm sand.
Her black dress flowing in the wind
With the gun in her hand.
She had been standing there for hours.
Just watching the waves.
She was numb.
Then the voices came.
You worthless human being.
No one loves you.
You'll never amount to anything .
You deserve to die.
You get no happy ending.
That was it.
She couldn't take it anymore.
This pain was to much.
She just wanted it to end.
She began to cry,
As she slowly lifted the gun to her brain.
"NO!" she screamed.
You deserve to die.
The voices replied.
"Please, let me be!"
You're a worthless human being
Her hand tightened aroud the gun.
PULL.THE.FUCKING.TRIGGER!
They screamed at her.
She began to shake.
B A N G
Her body fell into the water.
success.
"Congrats, you won."
was her last thought.
-Alx
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Lost Soul (poetry)
PoetryA poem, well poems of how I lost myself, my soul, and everything else in the process. I am a sad human being. Some poetry may be triggering and for that I apologize. ©O-OliverSykoS
