Cally A. Nixon

Rookie (9-17-93 / Kansas)

Depressed - Poem by Cally A. Nixon

That knife dancing on,
the edges of your mind...
A habit,
you couldn't leave behind.

The slight pain,
that trickle of blood...
The stress and anger,
leaving in a flood.

You feel like,
you did something right...
That knife stopped,
the crying at night.

No one knows,
who would care? ? ?
The stress that drove me,
to a feeling I couldn't bare.

That feeling,
was so depressing...
That fake smile,
kept everyone guessing.

Desertion and abandonment,
both have a lonely feel to it...
Who cares if they leave me,
in a lifeless, empty pit?

That trigger,
feeling cold and hard...
The bullet flies,
I'm done, I'm gone, it's my time to depart.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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