I'm not sure who first taught me that bullets hurt less than love but I wish they hadn't
I wish they hadn't shown me a darker side of humanity.
I wish they hadn't taught me about envy and greed
I wish they hadn't shown me the second face of a kindly stranger
I wish they hadn't filled my head with the harsh realities of the world I live in
I wish they hadn't
I wish I hadn't
But I did
And so this is my curse, to run towards the sound of gunfire  to escape the words inside my head.