The 27 ClubA Poem by CSchwippsThe nice thing about life is it can always be ended whenever I want. I put a gun in my mouth It wasn’t loaded. I just wanted to know what it felt like. The rush when I pulled the trigger. Heard the click. That’s how simple it can be. Could be. If I ever found the apathy to do it. It takes a true lack of sympathy and caring to end it all. Maybe I’ll find it. No more pain, bills, endless job searches for endless careers I care nothing about to pay for things I don’t want. I don’t want this. Nobody wants This. Asks for it. Nobody wants A broken, bleeding heart. Yet here we are At the end of hope. It’s the final destination. We can’t come back. But why would I want to? I’m ready to join the club. © 2018 CSchwipps |
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