Locked and loaded
The trigger's there, and the choice to pull it.
A human or a gun
Ready to fire
With words that hurt
Or ones to admire.
These are no ordinary bullets
These cannot be fixed with bind
But rather a strong and beautiful mind.
These bullets give invisible scars
Mine cover my heart and head
And wash over my thoughts in bed.
They slowly faded away
People need to start realising
To not give these thoughts the time of day.
Bullets and words
Can be the same but also different
It's the same with people, too
Kind or ignorant.
We all have bones and skin
Inside, there's secrets in mine
I can try to heal with rhyme
But the only thing that heals these scars
Is the gift of time.