Trapped Poem by Katie Burak

I feel trapped by the world.
I want to die.
Go to sleep and never wake up.
The lies
Deception
Hate
Disgust
It's too much
This is where it ends.
I'll see you all in hell.
The world has rotted like an old tree or body six feet under.
I want to be the deliverer of pain.
But I also want to receive it if you can believe it.
Death
Blood must flow
Torture
Failure
Hatred
Fear
As I write, the desire for death grows stronger within me.
I don't care about anything anymore.
Driven to madness by voices of abuse from peers, and the trusted.
When I die I will know what lies beyond it's door.
It has to be better than what this life can offer.
I can no longer trust what my eyes see
Or what my brain processes to be the 'truth'
If you read this, then I hope you die! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
As I write this line, I just found a shotgun with plenty of shells to go around.
No one can live through a blast from those! ! ! ! ! !
I load it as fast as I can with as many shells as i can put in.
Safety off
Cocked
Pump ready and in my hands
Voices crying their final please of hatred and others beckoning me to reconsider.
It's too late for you to change my mind.
This is it.
I ended.........................................