Your words were the bullets; your mouth the gun.
You shot them at me, shot me down, till I was bleeding on the floor.
I laid there, and they kept coming.
The bullets.
The words.
Fat.
Ugly.
Worthless.
I stayed there, and finally you left.
You left me to pick up my pieces.
You left me to mop up my blood.
You left me.
You said you would never leave me.
I cried.
And cried.
And cried.
I cried until I had no more tears left in me to let out.
I put myself together again.
I got happy again.
I moved on.
And then you stopped by one day.
You said you were sorry for everything you had done all those years ago.
You said you didn't mean any of it.
You said you were stupid and you didn't know what you were saying or how it would affect you.
You.
You said you needed a second chance.
You begged me for a second chance.
So I gave it to you.
I let you back into my life.
I opened myself back up to you.
And what good came from it?
Nothing.
No good came from it.
You shot me down.
You nearly killed me.
Again.
I laid on the floor, bleeding out.
Not even trying to stop it.
Now I know to never let you back in.
We're done.
Your words were the bullets; your mouth the gun.
