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Leslie Jesse Poem
Is this life really worth it? I’m nervous
Every morning as I peel back my curtains, I look for my purpose,
I have everything I’ve ever wanted, but do I deserve it?
And if I end it all right now will I be doing myself a disservice?
Still looking for that reason to care, that fire, that magic,
If you think I’m overly pessimistic and life is pristine,
Allow me to set the scene,
My spirit is lower than it’s ever been,
So is my morale and self-esteem,
Right hand is writing this, I’m wondering what the other hand will do,
Everything around me is falling apart,
Those closest to me have a panoramic view,
I’ve always wanted to be the center of attention,
That’s vanity though,
Cut myself off from everyone, living like a recluse understandably so,
All of my problems I’m exposing,
I let some parts of my life see through the light,
Leaving the rest frozen,
If it isn’t the anxiety or depression,
It’s the self-loathing
Copyright © Leslie Jesse | Year Posted 2018
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Leslie Jesse Poem
I cant lie I've thought about killing you,
There's nothing genuine or even remotely real in you,
Be honest there's some twisted excitement,
some sort of thrill in you,
I would fire every bullet from this gun,and walk over just to check if they are still in you,
You don't get it you?
I'm i getting through to you?
Let me put it this way,
This is my throwing a fit day,
I'm insane,i probably belong in a sick bay,
Rip you're heart out from its rib cage,
Stick a sharp object in it,call it a switchblade,
and put it all out for display,
I thought about killing you
Copyright © Leslie Jesse | Year Posted 2018
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Leslie Jesse Poem
I've thought about killing you,and i still do all the time,
daily my hatred for you grows,like mildew on a vine,
You don't know what i wont or will do,i feel you,the chill through you're spine,
I'm past thinking about it,finishing you off is the weaker test,
my patience is running low,lower than where the meters' set,
see I'm trying to hit you when you least expect,
but finishing you off is easy,there's nothing to boggle my mind
or stretch my intellect,
I creep up into your room,
knife in my right hand,
Tiptoeing on the wooden floor,hoping i don't trip over the night stand,
The wind gently blows the bed cover from your face,
as if to confirm that i am indeed trying to kill the right man,
Slowly i raise my blade,
Seemingly unfazed,
By the mistake that's about to be made,
As the daggers' descent begins,
and before i bury this steel in you,
I forgot,it was nothing but a thought,
I thought about killing you
Copyright © Leslie Jesse | Year Posted 2018
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