I'm sorry for the pain that you've gone through,
For everything that I do,
I try to protect you,
Will you break my heart too?
Either way I lose,
I'm sorry that I love you;
You put a bullet in your head,
All the blood is on your hands,
Didn't care what anybody said,
No time for a second chance,
All the blood you shed;
Don't feel alarmed,
You left me with these scars,
Up and down my legs and arm,
Covering my body, covering my heart,
These thin white scars,
Like a broken heart,
This is the final part;
You put a bullet in your head,
Eliminated any hope of a second chance,
Didn't care what they said,
The blood is on your hands;
Don't feel ashamed,
You sought no other way,
A life of pain,
Demons to face,
Fighting until your righteous end,
There's a battle to win,
Come with me my friend,
Taking in all the blame;
Didn't care what they said,
The blood is on your hands,
All the tears you've shed,
Eliminated the possibilities of a second chance,
You put a bullet in your head.
THE END!!
YOU ARE READING
Tilted
Poetry"What's love, when we are in pain, how can we fly above, when there's tears streaking our face."
