Things I write

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One.... Two... Three..., three bullets. I took them all, only for you. If you ask me I'll take more of them, I'll be your human shield.
Tell me if you hear them coming, tell me if you see your demons with their guns.

I'll take the bullets, I'll take all the bullets filled up with despair and self-hatred.
I'll shield you from your worries, your problems and your stress. I will only let love, hope and happiness trough. And I don't give up, just because you smile. And I won't give up, just because then you'll keep smiling.

Every bullet I take for you, every step I take for you further into depression. The only thing I can live for, can believe in and love, is your happiness and your love for me.
The love that heals my bullet wounds ever so slowly.

Without knowing it you keep me alive. You keep me alive to take the bullets. A long time ago you knocked on the door of my heart, I let you in and locked the doors right behind me. There's no way I'm ever going to let you go. You may be trapped, but you're trapped in a hole filled with love. A place, a person that will protect you from the burning pain of the bullets.

I was that person, I am that person and will forever be that person.