Days

So I’ve made it
Through another
Day, feeling the
Strain all too much
The urge to feel
What most have felt
Before me,
Don’t have to
Settle no score,
As another minute
Tears my sanity
Away, as night
Turns into day
I lay open,
Waiting for something,
Somebody, some sign
That I was put
Here for a reason
As cliché as it all
May sound,
Some spend their
Whole lives searching
For a true purpose
To our ‘divine’
Existence,
So I’ll sit down,
Think a bit
While the sanity
I’ve been cherishing
For so long,
Drains away,
The gun swinging
Low in my
Fierce grip,
Fading between
Here and there,
Between whether to
Or whether not to,
Taking a deep breath
The cool metal
Held steady against
A warm forehead,
Unwavering gaze in
A fogged mirror,
Clenched teeth,
Trigger stuck back,
At last, I can no
Longer say
That I’ve made it
Through another
Damn day,
Now the score
Is finally settled,
Can’t get back.
~Kaitlin Platti~