Bullet Holes

Trying to get back into writing...been awhile.

Out of my head and out of the red, I am.

But you can still see the scars.

You can still feel the pain that chases me.

But I continue to keep my head up to the stars.

I never thought the negative would drown me.

Fill my lungs with smoke and suffocate me.

No substance to stop these horrible feelings.

So I just tilt me head up and pray to the ceilings.

Character defects taking a hold quickly.

My sadness and anger swallowing me whole.

Maybe I'm not the one for this world.

This life is leaving bullet holes in my soul.

The home I had is so far gone.

The future so out of my reach.

Where will this journey continue to take me?

To the unknown I shall beseech.

Author's Note

Please correct grammar, I am open to all feedback.