I'll Just Pull The Trigger - A Poem About A Saddened Heart

Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me.


If you play, you play for keeps
Take a gun, and count to three.


I’m sweating now, moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go.


You can see my heart beating,
You can see it through my chest...
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving,
Knowing that I must must pass this test


So just pull the trigger...
Say a prayer to yourself...
He says close your eyes..
Sometimes it helps...


Then I get a scary thought,
That he’s here means he’s never lost.


As my life flashes before my eyes
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye
But it’s too late too pick up the value of my life



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Please re-read your poem.. You should see sunrises until life takes your body naturally. Look at each sunrise and accept its glory! Readers, please chime in and help me connect with this poor girl. A heart has been torn and misslead. Care for her heart and let her know that "pull the trigger" is a poem that hasn't been thought out. Young and mislead is my first guess.

category : Suicidal Poems

Inside I'm Dying - Cheating Poems

My names Erica Campbell, my boyfriend of 5 months cheated on me. I love him so much and even though he hurt me, I would do anything to have him back. Heres my poem;;

Your with her.

Im at home crying.

You tell me your sorry.

Inside I'm dying.

Your like a drug,

My only addiction.

I wish love was real

Not fantasy or fiction.

I'm not too good for you.

Theres no such thing.

Life without you.

just isn't the same.

I wish i was gone.

I can't take this pain.

It's like theres no blood

left in my vains.

I don't know what happened.

Everything seemed so good.

I wish we could fix it,

I misunderstood.

You changed me alot.

For better not for worse.

I hope you follow me

When I'm lying dead in a hearse.

Maybe then you will understand,

that were meant to be together.

Your thee perfect person.

Through all kinds of weather.

So you don't want to be with me?

Well I can't live with that.

That's thee reason i want to end my life,

as a matter of fact.

So when I get to heaven.

or maybe even hell.

I promise to watch over you,

and make sure all is well.

Poem written by Erica Campbell
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Please let Erica know what your opinions are on this poem full of heartache, loss, and all the pain that comes along with a broken heart.