Bullets....

It’s true what they say,
You would take a bullet for the one you love,
Because some people are just that worth it,
I guess I am a target,
A big X written right on my chest,
A sorry bleeding sight I am,
That didn’t matter to them,
To any of them,
They still shot with expertise,
The ones I love, still hid behind,
Watched as every bullet pierced me,
Hurting just like the last one had,
Hitting hard realizing I may never be loved,
Because nobody seems to be in front of me,
No one blocking off the bullets hitting me,
I don’t have my shield, they said believe,
Maybe I lost all to believe in,
Because how can you believe in what is gone,
What let you down is what you want to hold on?
I can’t find it in me to do so,
My scars, all my marks, they warn me,
I’ve been wasted, I believed to my breaking,
I have nothing, I am nothing,
You reinforce that all day, its crystal clear now,
Don’t worry anymore, the last shot will be from yours truly,
Because my gun is still full, all I have to do us pull the trigger.