Bullets keep raining down on us
Piercing through our mind, our soul, our very being
It perforates us, and we have no choice but to get back up
We try, some try to ignore the pain of it all
Only to end up bleeding out after
Some of us try to tend to our wounds right away
Only to have them reopen once again
And some of us push through it all
Knowing its lodged in us and poisoning our veins
Spreading across our body, reaching our mind
Every time it feels like it will all be okay
Another bullet suddenly hits without holding back
We trudge through it, letting hope lead us on
Just when it couldn't be any worse than it is now
An unexpected missile hits us right where we're most vulnerable
Right where we couldn't take it anymore
And we've lost a part of ourselves, that's blasted away
That part of us crumbles, making us fall
We look up and wonder if it's even worth getting up at all
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Bullets
PoetryBullets keep raining down on us Piercing through our mind, our soul, our very being It perforates us, and we have no choice but to get back up We try, some try to ignore the pain of it all Only to end up bleeding out after Some of us try to tend to...