Deaths HeadA Poem by Kolton Sorrell“Go die in a hole”, they said. As I lay in my bed an idea of dredd popped in my head. I walked out of my room and into the closet. Where I often cut away all of my losses. Im sick of life. Sometimes i want to die from a knife. I walked into my moms bedroom. Which will soon be my tomb. I grab the pistol under her bed. And I didn't stop shooting until I was in deaths head. © 2015 Kolton SorrellAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKolton SorrellMSAboutI am a freshman. I write poetry mostly about depression and suicide. I'm a pretty happy guy most of the time. more..Writing
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