Mad Gunplay

She sits, thinking about 
her life's mistakes 
thoughts cross her head 
morbid and painful 
sorrowful and scared 
she stands, gun in hand, 
aims, breathes, fires, 
and hits a light across the room, 
sparks flying 
and with a feral look in her eyes 
she throws her head back and screams 
hurling her gun through a broken window; 
almost as broken as her heart 
she collapses, sobbing uncontrollably 
and curls into a pathetic heap, 
staying that way for hours on end. 
Sometime the next day 
she finds the strength to stand, 
and as she rises ever doubt 
every worry and every pain 
she had once felt slips to the floor 
as she walks away from it