He holds a gun to his head and pulls the trigger
He has tried many times
To let people into his life
To show them what was going on
To show them his feelings
He holds the gun to his head and pulls the trigger
So many times he has asked for help
Only to be dismissed like nothing was wrong
They don't understand
The turmoil
The pain
The hurt
Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat
screaming
Yelling
At the shadows to leave him alone
Tears running down his face
Afraid of crowds
Feeling like he is always being judged
Feeling like a lost soul
Every eye on him
Watching
Waiting
Judging
He just wants to be left alone in peace
He holds the gun to his head and pulls the trigger
the end
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Author:
Tony36 (
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Comments5
Dark very dark and with a message that alienated we do not survive. Most lovely
Thank you
Powerful write Tony 🙏🏻🕊
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You’re welcome
Powerful message in this dark poem. Wonderfully written, my friend. 🌹👏
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You are most welcome, my friend!
Sad words soren, it is such a shame that this can happen to so many people in our current world.
Andy
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