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."