Still HereA Poem by sheila.jSometimes I sit here Playing Russian Roulette; gun loaded Memories; which one will blow me away? Barrel pressed to my head, fingers on the trigger Click. I'm still here Wrong thought. Wrong time. Not enough to push me Over the edge, to never ending darkness A deep abyss; my own escape. Like pandora's box; everything Unknown, it's frightening Don't know until I open it No going back. Go on with what I have, pain Live with what I don't know, ignorant Look inside the box, lose it all.
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