Poems of Me

Shot by 5 Words

9/10/14

You shot me in a sandstorm of swirling hatred

Cutting open wounds that were best left closed

Bleeding them out and slicing my quick tongue

Leaving me kneeling within my own pain

Coughing up the blood of my sins

Clawing at my chest to get rid of the hurt

Shedding the skin of my past for all to see

Swearing and cursing like a sailor

Tears burning like acid down my cheeks

Knees weak falling forward

Into a pit of self anxiety and loathing

Making me loose conscious of the world I know

Closing my eyes and descending into pitch black

Imagine the things running through my mind

I wanted to go and greet death

I wanted to go so readily

I was loosing control of who I was

Who I am

Who I was meant to be

Dirtied fingers and nails

My eyes flutter open

I see this world still how it was left

Except it's far worse than before

It's not just sand now, it's hail too

I don't even know how that's possible

They rip and tear at my skin freely

Killing me outside, in

I see only red and green

The colours of envy and hatred

I hear the pounding of my slowing heart

Pumping blood through my exposed veins

I feel the roughness of my mind under my fingers still

I can taste something metallic and dry

And can smell just about the same

The hail is cooling my wounds but not without adding sting

And I'm dying in this state

The sand kicks up

The hail does too

And again I hear that gun shoot it's bullets

I feel the bullets enter my body, staying there

Forever to be "cherished"

And used as a motivation to change

You really don't know me.

This really hurts. Please, stop.