You put a round in a chamber
(of your heart)
It ripped through & left a hole,
ripped people’s world apart
and all through the night
try as they might, that heart
couldn’t be restarted
What drove you to it,
you never left a note that said,
did you think of the hearts you’d break
when they found you dead?
or did you just think nobody really Loved you?
Did you think life wasn’t fair?
Would it have made a difference,
if more people let you know they cared?
By: J.N.R Dutton