Target Practice
Arrows
Soaked in blood
Lodged everywhere
My head
My chest
My limbs
One in the pit of my stomach
Slowly killing me
Every time twisting
Once
Twice
Again and again
Nobody stops
Upon hearing my shrieks of pain
They just watch
Expressionless
As they twist the arrows
Deeper
Skewering my heart
Soul
Everything
Why don't they stop
Can they
They can't
Why
Make it stop
I've given up
They've won, I'm one of them
Soulless and lifeless
Dead
YOU ARE READING
Don't Forget
Poetrythis is a collection of my middle school poetry. the most cringe worthy middle school poetry. truly, truly horrendous. however, i do update from time to time with more recent pieces so feel free to check it out :)
