Tiny Bullets
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There's this constant
Knock, Knock, Knocking
In my mind
The pain is slowly,
but surely tearing....
my brain apart
As it burrows deeper
Like a mole in the dirt
It throbs, catching my attention
As teachers do when waking sleeping
students
Just as this pain racks my
head, so do my thoughts
My thoughts are like
tiny bullets that fill
my concious pistol
These bullets shoot off....
One, by one, by one.
Taking me off guard
As it fills my head with,
Memories
Memories filled with the,
Pain... happiness, sadness,
and love that is my life.
I try to stifle
these thoughts
But the bullets
They are too strong
And they rip threw my mind
So they enter my mind soon
They leave no exit wound
Meaning these thoughts
They never get to leave
Although some do apease
Me, Myself, and I
Are still waiting
For my subconcious
Surgeon to pull these
tiny bullets out and stop
This mental bleeding.