Escaping The FeelingA Poem by DomShe lays on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She's depressed and can't get rid of the feeling. The feeling of loneliness and despair. She says out loud " Does anyone care ? "
She gets out of bed then she shuts her door. She's tired of everything. She can't handle it anymore. She says to herself " How do I want to die? " She kneels on the carpet then starts to cry.
She pulls out a box from under her bed. There's a gun that sits next to a box of lead. She takes the items and places them next to her. Nobody would know why this incident occured.
She sticks a bullet inside of the gun. She thinks to herself " I've had it. I'm done. " She puts the gun up next to her head. Once the trigger is pulled, she'll be dead.
She hesitates for awhile at first. Her heart beats so fast she fears it'll burst. She drops the gun and it lands on the carpet. She decides that she can't go through with it.
She goes to the bathroom and then she returns. She's been crying so much that her lungs start to burn. In her hand she's holding a knife. She finally decides that she's going to take her life.
She puts the blade to her arm. She has an intent to do harm. Blood pours out of the gashes. She continues to make slashes.
The wounds are very deep. She continues to weep. Blood pools on the floor. It's because of the veins she tore.
She stops slitting her wrists. Blood drips from her clenched fists. She lays on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She has escaped that dreadful feeling.
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