Trigger

by Jonathan Smith   Apr 2, 2007


Point your gun at me
And squeeze the trigger
Watch the bullet pierce my shield
And see it break my heart
And then I buckle and die inside

I knew you never cared for me
But do I really need this much hate from you?
Must I feel the hate building in me too?
So pull out that gun and fire away at me
Neither of us have much to lose

Point your gun at me and squeeze the trigger
Watch as it pierces my shield
And see it break my heart
And then I buckle and die inside

So please don't continue
You have done more then enough
Rubbing what you think of me into my face
To you its never enough
No matter how you make me feel...
You are never satisfied
So you keep on going...

Point your gun at me and squeeze the trigger
Watch as it pierces my shield
And see it break my heart
And then I buckle and die inside

I'm pleading and dying now
begging for forgiveness
Forgiveness for something I haven't even done
But you never forgive and you never forget
You just blame me for everything
And then you point your gun of hate at me again
And fire at me again

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    Pretty painful, but great overall. 5/5