Bullet

I've been writing off and on for a few years, all the pain gathering, then seeping though, burning my scars, stabbing my young lifeless body to ease the pain when i'm too weak to write i drown the outside world with music, everything erupts through my eyes sending a ocean of tears to cover my checks, making them salty, who am i? how have i gotten here? how do you hide screaming and crying silently in front of the ones you love? wheres my sun? why is it always night? i don't mind the dark, but i wanna be different and feel better, i'll put this bullet in my head to see if it can make everything better..