Bullets

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by Flower-The-Wolf

by Flower-The-Wolf

People always tell me, 'I would take a bullet for you'. Cliche right? All the bullets in the world, they say they will take. But I hate that phrase.

Why die for me, when you can live? Why die, put me through all the hurt? What is the point? It's not like I can be with you if you're dead.

Example:

My best friend, who's name is Veronica Ali, has said that she would die for me. I trusted that. I didn't know that the truth was, that living is much more scary than dying.

Bam.

It hit not me.

But her.

The first bullet flew through her chest and the second, shattered her skull.

I remember blurred tears, dying breath, and I voice that told me not to worry.

That part might have been dreamt though. Of course I worried. I missed her.

Why couldn't she have just lived. She said she would die, but she ended up putting me up with hurt. It's not like she had a choice, but why couldn't fate have lead her down a different path? Life would have been a much better choice.

But even as she died I felt death's arms wrap around us both tat day. Not killing me. Just killing the little happiness I had. It took both of us.

Life, why didn't you stop death! It would've been so easy! Yet you didn't.

Why couldn't you have gave the bullet to me? Why couldn't I have taken the bullet?