Bullet

The rains falling down,
My heads spinning round,
I'm sorry that I'm just not good enough,
I'm sorry that this is my only escape from all this stuff,
There are scars on my body and tears in my eyes,
I'm fading away, and getting sicker of these lies.
I'm so damn broken from the words that've been said,
Good-bye is my last word as the bullet rips threw my head.

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Pain drips from every line of this poem and its like am the one talking. Thank you for this poem.