Bulletproof
Thoughts are
Drowning me
In my head
A pool
Of lies
And conspiracies
Not stopping
Until I have sunk
But I know how to swim
Memories are
Burning me
Lighters with fire
Brushed against
My skin
Not stopping
Until I am ashes
But my mother was a nurse
Your presence
Is like
A gun
Firing bullets
At my heart
Not stopping
Until I am shot
I go numb
And I am wounded
Who knew I was not bulletproof?
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