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.

Submitted: November 20, 2018

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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.

 


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