They shoot through me
Causing great pain.
Aching in my body,
Piercing my heart.
Blood pouring out
Through the small hole
You created
And inflicted.
Now infected
My new wounds rot
Because of you
A stabbing pain.
Why did you shoot
Using such force
Killing my soul?
Your words are bullets.
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Dark Poems
PoetryVolume 1. This book is to express my feelings and thoughts. Anything in italics explains why I wrote the poem and a little bit about me. It contains romance, emotional, and (hopefully) relatable poetry.
