No Aim

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

this one is about how for me, the words people say are a lot of the time not meant the way they're supposed to be. they don't know what they're saying, and those words build themselves into this wall of pain that takes up all the room in my heart leaving no space for anyone else to hurt me.

 

Bullets shooting,

Through my brain.

Causing damage,

With no aim.

 

Your words,

Go through my chest,

In and out,

I can’t digest.

 

Hand me a shotgun.

I’ll load it,

With the bullets,

Of my pain.

 

Get me a shotgun.

I’ll shot my pain,

With no aim.

 

My eyes water,

All the time.

Unable to keep,

My mask tied tight.

 


Submitted: November 20, 2018

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Michael Porter

This idea is crazy strong. Words as bullets. Shooting back your pain. I love that third verse. Thanks for sharing.

Tue, November 20th, 2018 8:40pm

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Prism Persona

Powerful imagery. Words can stab, maim and kill. Keep this up, I like the raw emotion and power of your work.

Wed, November 21st, 2018 7:51pm

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thank you. gosh you are just o-so supporting! I love it! Best Friends! :) :) :)

Mon, November 26th, 2018 9:52am

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