What I mean is
Your words are bullets
Lodged in a place
That is supposed to be growing flowers
They live in my ribcage
Right where my lungs are supposed to be
Right where my heart used to be
But you don't notice
You just keep shooting
And shooting
And shooting
And it's not fair
Because you took the gun from my hands
Before I could even learn how to use it
Because that's what you do
You just keep taking
And taking
And taking
And you keep shooting
And shooting
And shooting
You don't care that I died a long time ago
You just want to shoot
And so that's what you do.
