I feel it pierce through me, <br />But unlike a bullet it leaves no wounds, <br />Only this unbreakable feeling, <br />And a dark image that forever looms. <br /> <br />Life’s not like these fairy tales, <br />They tell you that not everything fails, <br />But if the kids all knew the truth, <br />Then we couldn’t handle all the broken youth. <br /> <br />They say you’ve only get one life, <br />And that you choose how to live it, <br />But is that even really true, <br />Please tell me when you’ve seen it. <br /> <br />If I asked you to make it all better, <br />Would you give me your promise? <br />Tell me you’ll never do anything again, <br />Maybe then we can be “just friends”. <br /> <br />Wow, how depressing we are, <br />Always trying to pick at our scars, <br />I really don’t mind, I really do care, <br />It’s all up to you, and it’s only fair. <br /> <br />Maybe things are getting hard, <br />And I’d like to say they will get better, <br />But I am sorry that I don’t know, <br />Do I still wish I met her? <br /> <br />Of course.<br /><br />Oliver Clarke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-bullet-left-no-wounds/
