Some days I wish I could get shot in the chest; So that the literal hole in my body could take my mind of the figurative one. The one you left when you pulled the trigger, shooting me down, leaving me lying on the cold hard ground with not a single person around to save me. You were suppose to save me. But I guess you had better things to do you with your time and I guess I wasn't worth the space in your mind and I guess I wasn't worth saving. So as I laid on the pavement thinking about all the things I did wrong that lead up to that moment I realized I'd never be good enough for you.