These voices in my head have gotten louder lately,
If only I had the courage to pull the trigger,
It soothes me,
the cold metal kissing my forehead,
My fingers sensing the power they crave,
the power to finally end this suffering.
The voices screaming to do it, end the pain;
I can feel the gunpowder as I inhale deeply,
But in between the noises, there’s a whisper,
Whisper that finds its way through the crowded streets of my mind,
All it says is, ‘it gets better.’
And for just one more day,
I find the strength to keep the gun down.
-thewanderingwriter
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