Bullet holes that expand with every movement.
Giant hole in my chest that keeps growing.
I keep picking up the pieces,
But they falling.
Voices in my head,
They roaring.
You told me to jump.
You told me to leave.
You're right.
This world is too ruthless for me.
Every time the pieces slot.
Another bullet damages the lot.
Shattering to the floor,
Silently begging for no more.
A recurring cycle.
Am I feeling,
Suicidal.
Or am I homicidal.
Either way goes.
The knife just shows.
This chapter of my life,
Will come to a close.
Am I done?
Or am I strong enough?
You or me,
Which one will it be?
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These poems are all based on things I've experienced and felt. I was always the one people would target for different things during secondary school. Some kids were truly horrible. I've gotten over somethings but everything has left a brutal mark.
These poems are from past and present feelings I've had. The darker the better. I've never been one to express myself but this is how I'll do it.
I hope you're enjoying the darkside 🖤
