To those who never leave me alone
To them my hatred will hone
Not to something as beautiful as rain
But something filled with pain
You crush me when i begin to feel nice
Because of you my throat i want to slice
I wish to no longer drink in the air
Of this world that never was fair.
Just because I look big and dumb
Doesn't mean my feelings are numb
Even though I rarely speak
The sound of my bullet is bleak.
Matthew Hyatt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bullet-sounds-the-same-in-every-language/
