To Sleep With Suicide
As I lay down to sleep,
thoughts of suicide begin to creep,
like blazing bullets in my head,
through the throbbing am i dead?
a gun and knife beside my bed,
now the gun pressed against my head,
I’m all alone bruised and cut,
now the windows begin to shut,
darkness fills the room,
except for the light of the one bullet that goes “boom”,
as I awake,
It was only fake,
nothing more than a dream,
but remember when i said i would give up my life for you?,
well maybe that’s just something that I have to prove…
(Poem I wrote while going through depression)
