AN: Okay. So this is a poem that i originally wrote to help me get my feelings out when i was really really depressed. But I found that this could be a Sakura pov poem with a few tiny changes. Please review if you feel it necessary, I like the criticism but I won't force you to review. THANKS FOR READING!!!
Pull the Trigger
I hate this place.
I'm teased constantly.
Pull the trigger.
Teased about my hair,
and my looks.
Pull the trigger.
I cry at night,
wondering why
this happens to me.
Pull the trigger.
I am in emotional pain.
I see the razor.
Sharp, shining, inviting.
Pull the trigger.
I slit my wrists,
enjoying the feeling
of the crimson
on my arms.
Pull the trigger.
I remember that
we have guns.
Pull the trigger.
I grab the pistol,
and aim it
at my non-existent heart.
Pull the trigger.
The feel
of the cold metal
relaxes me.
Pull the trigger.
I listen to the voices
in my head,
and I pull the trigger.
Pull the trigger.
I am void
of emotions
as the silver bullet
races through me.
Pull the trigger.
I fall onto
the cold cement
basement floor.
Pull the trigger.
The crimson liquid
spilling all around me.
Pull the trigger.
My breathing
is now labored.
My last thoughts are
"The voices finally stopped,
and there's no more pain."
