The bullet hole
I have them all over my body
Increasing in number everyday
The blood trickling down every second
You won't hear if I say
The pain that flows through
Have you ever felt it
Have you ever fought it
It has always been 1 to 100
And I'm always alone
My existence
You think anyone feels me
Walking right past them
I try to be as loud as possible
But they still don't care
Instead they shrink me down
Wherever I go
My existence doesn't matter
That's what I was told so
Amnesia
What if I forgot everything
Will I still be hurt
Will the wounds heal
Will the stitches leave
But I don't think it's possible
I won't ever forget anything
Cause the memories are like tattoos
And they won't leave me be
YOU ARE READING
Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.