in my mouth
there is a mental gun.
i feel the cold barrel
through my teeth
and i bite
but i can't break metal
'cause it's a metaphor,
hazel grace
i hold this killing thing
with shame
unlike a dog shows off it's bone
and i'm gasping for breath
wrestling the air
'cause it's hard to inhale
with a gun in your mouth
because what if
you breathe in bullets
what if
you actually
use your chance
what would be the
horror,
what would be the
terror,
what would be the
pain,
but you so much
as lay a finger on
that trigger,
i will blow
my entire world
to bits.
please
dont make me
hurt me
anymore
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