The Arrow of Pain

Another ventish poem

You shot the Arrow of Pain. 
I hope you're proud of yourself.
I know I'm not perfect,

Or that I only speak my mind

When I want to be heard.

But I don't deserve the 
Arrow inside of me at all,

Slowly dying from what 
It's causing me to feel.

Crying out for help,

I afterwhile shrug and give up.

Why should anybody help me

When I want the arrow out the most?

 

 

Author's Note

My mom snapped at me for no reason, but I talked to her (on my grandma's cell) and she said she was sorry. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm still pissed off and that I don't want to go home at this moment. ...Does the last four lines make sense? I have no idea. X/

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..A few minutes later: I'm not mad anymore. :D Just wanted to update on that. Lol.