The other day I was shot in the head,
When I found out my love didnt love me.
And when I found out about my love,
I was shot in the head against a tree.
The tree was my feelings,
And the head was my heart.
Meaning my love broke my heart,
And my feelings were broken apart.
I just hate myself now,
In this painful, painful world,
It is just too painful,
That is makes my head swirl.
Please comment bacause this is only my second poem...
