Gone
I constantly daydream of disappearing
Into their air, silently vanishing as the tears
Streaming down my cheeks form puddles
Of water, falling on the marble floor like
Hail shattering through glass.
I constantly daydream of disappearing
Until my eyes roll in the back of my skull
In rhythm with the bullet I fired into the
Temple of my mind.
I am gone.
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