Cassandra Howell

Rookie (July 12,1989 / Lake City FL)

The Way Out - Poem by Cassandra Howell

She lies ther on her bed, with a bag of pills beside her head
Not knowign what she will do next, but either way she will be dead
No one ever cared, it was like she was never really there
The feeling of being loved had much lack
She's lived her life with the haunting memory of how her parents turned their back
Worthlessness, pain, anguish, and hate
Is what she feels, and why she has planned this life ending date
Her soul and spirit have become black and dark, hatred of life has taken over her heart
Now she is alone with her destiny far from home
A new thought appears in her mind, so with that, she leaves the pills behind
She slowly makes her way to the place where the guns are kept
Then the fear of what is coming with haste, overcame her and she wept
Grabbing the doorknob to hold, she realizes that she must be strong and bold
She circles the room with the gun in its' case, thinking of how her life has been nothing but waste
She places the key in the lock with a turn, knowing that after one cock she will burn
She reaches for the weapon, lifting up as the key to the opposite of heaven
She takes one last look in the mirror
Knowing that her way out of this horrible world, was getting nearer and nearer
She slowly raises the pistol to her forhead
Taking one last breath she says, 'Goodbye to no one, Hello to those dead.'

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2005

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