i look up to heaven,
soul yearning to die.
i pray that breath will leave me,
i want not to say good-bye.
the pressure is to much,
all the things they've dumped on me.
my shoulders are quaking from all this weight
my back is creaking...about to give way...
everything happened so fast,
my world crumbled in one night.
then you came in and looked at me...
your gaze periced me with ice cold daggers shooting me through and through.
that topped it off----that pushed me off the edge...
now my door is locked
you can't get in
i'm alone
you don't even know what you've pushed me to do
all alone---gun to my head...
my finger's getting heavy...
in a moment i'll be dead...
~Jess Reinert
 
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