Bullet
I feel the emotion
fact and
thought
sinking into my brain slowly
as the river of blood rushes so fast
my hearts dropp and hit the water
they smash and break open
no other pain as bad as the one you set
my memories are triggered like a gun in my head
as the bullet goes through it makes puncture marks in everything you said
as my wrists bleed i think of you
you are the reason im still here
but my emptyness gets bigger everyday
poem by Sandy Vanity
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