Tiny Bullets

There's this constant

Knock, Knock, Knocking

In my mind

The pain is slowly,

but surely tearing....

my brain apart

As it burrows deeper

Like a mole in the dirt 

It throbs, catching my attention

As teachers do when waking sleeping

students

Just as this pain racks my

head, so do my thoughts

My thoughts are like

tiny bullets that fill

my concious pistol

These bullets shoot off....

One, by one, by one.

Taking me off guard

As it fills my head with,

Memories

Memories filled with the,

Pain... happiness, sadness,

and love that is my life.

I try to stifle

these thoughts

But the bullets

They are too strong

And they rip threw my mind

So they enter my mind soon

They leave no exit wound

Meaning these thoughts

They never get to leave

Although some do apease

Me, Myself, and I

Are still waiting

For my subconcious

Surgeon to pull these

tiny bullets out and stop

This mental bleeding.