Pulling the trigger was intentional
However the target hit was not the intended goal
Writhing in pain from the inflicted wound
Afraid to cry out for help
Continues to pull the trigger
Internally bleeding out
Yet masking the discomfort behind a smile
As not to ruin the mood
Everything will be just fine
The pain will subside with time
Knowing it was all self inflicted
Still bleeding as a result
Slowly passing away before all to see
A life ended too soon
No one will ever know the truth
A secret taken to the grave
Praying somebody cares enough
Just to remember his name...
YOU ARE READING
A look within
PoesíaNot a story, just a collection of "poems" I've attempted to write in a way to express my thoughts and what's going on in my mind. Helping to sort out what I'm filling inside, and just kind of to help see where my heads at with things...
