"Trigger"
I know it's only a matter of time
before I crack.
Before that one professor
Pulls that trigger the last bit of the way.
Igniting the fire
Pull it, I dare you.
Set off the beast
That no one sees lurking below.
You don't know how fucked up I can be.
How my mind disfigures and warps.
How long until the screams begin to rip from my throat?
Tearing at the once gentle vocal chords.
What a beautiful death,
Choking on your own blood.
Fingernails digging into my palms,
Ripping skin from muscle.
Just make it stop,
I silently plea.
Never.
Says my mind.
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