A Bullet Wound

A bullet wound to the heart
is nothing compared to my pain.
Shot with the revolver of emotion.
Lying still in the rain.

Killing for happiness
in my life one more time.
Not in items of possesion.
I wont pay a dime.

With each strike
my heart bleeds out more.
I feel the dripping
of blood to my core.

A physical bullet
will not kill me faster
than the pain I have
from this emotional disaster.