Revolver

When push comes to shove
It ends up in hurt
After they left me
Hidden by dirt
I felt no remorse
No pain, no dismay
No pain, just nothing
Nothing that day
Something's wrong with me
You come to my side
I ask for freedom
The future I could not see
Soon I felt belonging
For new family I had found
I still miss the old ones
Hidden in the ground...
Sounds of laughter 
sheltered me from the storm
When I felt bursts of hurt
You always kept me warm
But today feels different
Like something is wrong
"Wait, you're leaving?"
Suddenly, I'm not strong
Wait, what is this..
I look down to my core
There's a small bleeding hole
that's never been there before
My little bottle is cracking
I might burst this time
A little glass river crawls across
With every bullet, it loses it's prime
And then another
piercing me with hurt
Now the bottle is broken
and now I am hidden by the dirt...
Writer's Note:
I want to die. Too many emotions... ~Wise (Talk to me...if you dare!)
Category:TheWiseOne
Category:Poetry
Category:Tragedy