Monday, May 16, 2011

Noose by Shannon Smith

"You go," He points to me,
I stare as he shoots me a glare.
This is the end, the final goodbye-
No more crying, no more pain...
It's better if I go like this than with a
Bullet through my brain.
I smile with pleasure as everyone whines,
Slip my neck through the hole as I slowly rise.
Everything feels bigger, but I feel my feet on the ground.
There's not a single whisper, not a sound.
Just everything goes dark, as my neck begins to hurt...
Can't breathe, can't see...
Goodbye world.

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