Times up

feeling the rush of humanity when u loose someone

 I remember when we first met siting out on the park bench talkin bout life and how things work.

 I started with how I just liked your shirt.

 now we talking serious time to get my pen out.

 write down, the things we talk about.

 you say your not easy u say you want to please me.

 knew it when I lost u id become so queasy.

 my anxiety hits harder when your not around thinkin your off joking with some clown.

 I'm depressed, stressed out.

 wanna stay in my room, cover up not talk about the things I felt.

 I'm done with what life I have left tired of the bullshit stress.

 pulling out my Glock, nobody's gonna witness.

 waiting for the right time tick tock. blam....lights out

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Being a bit ignorant of guns I had to look up definition of glock
It then occurred to me that it was a poem about suicide thoughts at the end
I hope not for your sake as life is full of new opportunities never give up
Thanks for this interesting poem

[Sami Khalil]

Powerful emotions run through this poem.

[Sami Khalil]

"my anxiety hits harder when your not around thinkin your off joking with some clown.
I'm depressed, stressed out."