Cornered in four doors
You looked me in the eyes
And shot me
With a rifle of truth
Each bullet more painful
Than the last
Bullet number one
You admitted you could see
With those big bright eyes
Through my cloak
Directly under the pained smiles
Lies about my day being fine
That was just the beginning
Bullet number two
All of your emotions
Drained from your eyes
As you watched
While I suffered
You felt helpless
So your eyes rained
While I wasn't around
Bullet number three
Anger radiated from your words
Trying to get me to see reason
I battled on
The reflex I'd created
Became defensive of my love
Yet you forcefully continued
Bullet number four
You brought out the worst
The physical pain
Of the broken heart in my chest
The psychological warfare
Of being at war with those I love
I let it get so bad
The only way to continue on
Was my tiny white pill
Voiced my mind is so gone
Bad things
No longer have an effect
For two days I sat
Every bullet still inside
Trying to fight around them
Until finally
I could no longer
Hurt those around me
I pulled out each bullet
Against my will
Determined my fate
With one text
You said choose myself
Maybe one day I'll see
But for now
The choice wasn't mine
It was yours for me
So I listened
And I gave
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Miscellaneous
PoetryThe title may seem weird but it is very fitting. Sometimes you just have a lot going on in your head . Not everything fits specifically in one place... especially when your having a rough time. So this is a bunch of poems sorting out those thoughts...
