Suicidal Rollercoaster

by Michelle

There's a mountain on my shoulder,
and a rope around my feet.
As I struggle to be free,
the pain grows to deep.
Agony starts to rain,
drowing hope and fear.
My eyes begin to water,
holding every drop of tear.
With no way out,
I am lost without much.
Every feeling is gone,
no ability to touch.
My body is worthless,
I have no place in life.
My heart can nolonger pump,
the blood of newborn strife.
So I find a way to run,
where my troubles wont chase.
Where I can sleep alone,
no dark clouds to face.
No knives to wound the body,
no spoons to scoop the blood.
No puddles to slip and fall,
when the pain starts to flood.
But are my troubles over?
Or have they just begun?
Because there's no way out,
I pull the trigger to this gun.
Although the sky is dark,
it becomes my only sun.

Suicidal Rollercoaster by Michelle

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