I stare into the darkness.1
I look down at the handgun in my hand.2
Should I?3
I was really dead inside anyway.4
I put the gun to my head.5
I place my pointer finger on the trigger.6
I start to think about my family.7
It does not matter to me anymore.8
I am dead inside.9
No joy or hope.10
No love or sadness.11
No anger or happiness.12
Only a dark cold hallow heart.
Author notes
Heh i can do better then this but this is what came to mind....
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A contest entry
- Dark Poetry by SnowFlakeWolf.
350 points, ended April 26, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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fallingSoul
i thought it was sweet! i love this poem i wish i came up with it! -
Ah, I hope these thoughts don't go through your head! I know what it's like though, and how therapeutic writing is. Congrats on your shiny gold.
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If you are not seriously depressed, you certainly got all the emotions and thought processes right. I can say true emotions came through your words, having been at this point and survived. The only difference is that I thought my family would be better without me because I felt so worthless and useless.
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"I put the gun the my head." do u mean 'to my head'?
"No angry or happiness." do u mean 'no anger'?
This is really good. ^^ Keep penning and good luck in the contest. ^^
Eci : -
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>_< dang those dang grammer misspells. anyway edited XD
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