Hurt despair sadness Stories

I’ll never truly be ready The air is thick, my breath is unsteady Blurred vision, palms are sweaty The weight on my shoulders is overwhelmingly heavy Hope beacons through speech Peaking through bars in the dark Golden glowing hands are just out of reach Until silence dulls their spark Unnerving stillness, I can produce no sound Speak, Shout, Scream, Shriek Vocal chords are bound Succumb to burdened bleak Imprisoned by the...

Pool of blood all on the floorYou'll be missed? Not even sureEvery word I hear that's toldSeems to surprise my damaged soulThe things you say and things I hear Seem to be the thing I fearYou told me once now tell me twice What's the reason for my cries Locked and loaded here we goThere's only one last thing to doAfter my last curtain call Pull the trigger and down I fall.