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Oct 2010
The bullet is cold
And sits heavy in my hand
No need to etch your name
Since you're the problem at hand
The metal rolls through my fingers
Just like the thoughts through my head
So icy and cruel with a vicious intent
Tormenting, all the lies that were said
But even worse were the truths
That so harshly were fed
It's been to my fortune
That you never have seen
All of these tears
That I continually bleed
All that I want
Is for you to see
Every one of my weaknesses
And every part of me
But you unlike the bullet
Never wanted to see
Anything more
Than the outside of me
My physical beauty
Outnumbered by flaws
Once I looked in the mirror
And what did I see
A perfect porcelain doll
Staring back at me
But like a rock to a window
Were your words to my heart
And I watched myself shatter
I just fell apart
You've just absolutely killed
Inside your shining star
So blinded by your thoughts
No one knows who you are
I tried to find out
But I wasn't strong enough to stay
Now both of us are miserable
And I don't know what to say
So now I'll solve both our problems
With one single shot
A toast to no more pain
A toast to no more drama
Another for no more sin
And again for no more trauma
Now forever in your head
A thought like a fang
Forever you will hear
That last fatal BANG
I was a very distraught youth.  I still love this poem though
Written by
Vande Barringer
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