You were stocking up on ammunition,
During all those passed years.
You knew that eventually,
You'd make me shed many tears.
The words you said were bullets to my brain,
But they were knives to my heart.
Stabbing repeatedly and making me bleed,
You knew I'd be torn apart.
You turned and walked away,
Left me bleeding on the floor.
No one would come to my rescue,
Because when you left you locked the door.

A/N: Hello guys!! I'm sorrie I hadn't updated, but A.) I hadn't had time and B.) I hadn't been able to think up any poem.