Words
The mighty weapon we possess in our arsenal
Meant to
Uplift, lift, rise
Yet we choose to harm others
Not leaving ourselves behind
Rip, tear, shred
Where confidence once resided
Now hosts the ghost of a human soul

Bleeding
Shots to her head
Begging, pleading
For a cure to her pain
Still too ignorant to comprehend
That pulling her trigger
Will be her death
She hands him the gun
Selling her soul
And he pulls the trigger
Taking himself with her