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The Gun

I saw you crying every day
Huddled in your midnight corner
Giving me lustful glances
Thinking maybe I'm your answer...
Am I?
Only you can decide...

Sometimes you start to scream
Wailing at the top of your lungs
Hammer your head against the wall...
All to drive the voices out of your mind...
It doesn't matter what it takes, right?
Pick me up again
Polish me
Til you see your pathetic self in the cold metal.
Come on.
You know you want to.
Maybe even need to...
But no.
Put me back down again...
You just can't do it.

Today I taunted you.
Called you weak.
You know you are...
But today you finally got the nerve.

You picked me up.
Polished me for the last time.
Right?
The LAST time.
That's what you told yourself.
I heard you whispering this morning...
Almost laughing...
"Today's the day..."
I heard you...
Now keep your promise.
I am your savior.
Your way out.
Your end...

You start to shake as you hold me.
I see the tears forming in your eyes.
I thought you were ready.
Are you really as pathetic as I think you are?
Are you a coward?
Come on...
Just do it...
You know you want to...
Suddenly, a cold sweat breaks out over you
As you raise me to your temple...
Just as bit further...


And as my purpose is finally fulfilled...
I can't help but watch you.
You never even said goodbye...

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Written December 30th, 2005

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  • artis
    December 5, 2006
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    excellent thought study on a person contemplating ending it all with a bang

    six stars with a bullet, what a great write from a fifteen year old mind, now i am hoping you don't own a 45 caliber pistol or anything even close to being capable of reducing such a sharp brain to jello....Artis


  • dragondancer
    December 31, 2005
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    That was quite creepy, to say the least about it! A wonderful job, actually! The only thing that bothers me is that the mental stature of the gun (aka you) seems to change rather suddenly from the very beginning to the rest of your work. Perhaps you ought to rework that?

    However, there are a few minor problems with your entry into my contest. Please review the following rules: 8, 9, and 10.

    If you do not adhere to the above mentioned rules, I will eliminated your without further notification. You are not eligible for the contest until you rectify this problem.

    Thank you for your time.

  • Zephyr the Red
    December 30, 2005
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    You picked me up.
    Polished me for the last time.
    Right?
    The LAST time.
    That's what you told yourself.
    I heard you whispering this morning...
    Almost laughing...
    "Today's the day..."
    I heard you...
    Now keep your promise.
    I am your savior.
    Your way out.
    Your end...
    Haha, this was a good one, nice buddy