
Now she's sitting at the corner of her room
Tired of waiting for when she escapes this cocoon
She's tired of a hope that the world promised
But she can't tell anyone, her friends mustn't be worried
She just wants to feel okay
Her mouth's tired after all the prayers she prayed
Dark patches around her eyes from tears and self-harm
Drugs to help her sleep and calm all triggering sounds
Pills on the floor, gun in hand
Tears falling, one last hope is what she need now
Hands trembling as she cries some more
Internally screaming with vocal cords getting sore
Exhausted from everyone she has ever met
Click and oh, the bullets weren't in yet
Phone lit up, notifications dancing through
Just her boss telling her she'd been fired
I guess the camel's back wasn't spared
Bullets in now , she has no time to loose
But before she goes, she says her last words
"Big guy , if you exist, I am coming home"
Gun to her head, second time on her temple
Boom goes the gun, alarm screams at a loud volume
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.


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