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The battle is never ending.
You pull yourself out of the trenches.
Just to be shot back down into them.
The bullets scream in your head,
“You’re worthless, give up, you’re just wasting everyone’s time,
Again.”
You try to prove them wrong.
You try to pull yourself up.
You’re not strong enough.
You’re weak.
You cry out for help.
No one hears you over the roar of the guns.
And their own problems.
Then one comes along
Says he’ll fix you
You tell him not to bother
That you’re not worth it
He looks into your eyes and whispers quietly,
“You’re wrong.”
The wounds are healed for a while
You begin to believe there is better for you out there
Until someone tears you back down again.
You’re back in the trenches,
Trying to pull yourself up,
But this time not even his kind words,
Can protect you from the bullets of your own gun.
- by cre8ive_ovadose |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 02/26/2011 |
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- Title: Bullet of Your Own Gun
- Artist: cre8ive_ovadose
- Description: Just something I wrote.
- Date: 02/26/2011
- Tags: bullet your depression death weapon
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Catsnatch - 11/18/2014
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Sounds like a love-life to me.
This is interesting. There's a story and a hidden meaning, both a bit vague, but it ends up all being very mysterious. Theme you used is pretty simple, but worked out pretty well, mate. - Report As Spam
- Daisy_Sakura - 02/27/2011
- wow.....
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