Wounds

The world has shot me down.
Bullets in my brain, my eyes, my legs.

I can't think straight.
I can't see straight.

I can't run away.
There's no remedy.

There's no hospital.
Only time

And it's going by so fast
But at the same time,

So slow.
It needs to end, all the bad stuff.

Pretty soon, the world according to me
Will end.

The sutures I've tied
Are slowly coming apart.

I am slowly falling apart.

by aron seyar

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