Pull a bullet through my brain
Pull a bullet through my brain
Pull a bullet through my brain,
For being honest.
Tell me, I’m full of disdain.
Blame me for your mistakes.
I’m here, I was there but tomorrow I’ll be gone.
I rather live with the venom snakes.
Cause when they say morals,
You have none.
Who do You think I am? A stupid toy?
So you can spread slanders for your
Joy?
Your eyes recite acrimony,
Which hurts just like your calumny.
Why do you wish my down fall!
Why do you have gall!
Today I’m on my knees for you to let me free,
Tomorrow I’m gonna tie your trauma on a tree.
I’ll slap you not with my hand but realisation!
I’ll show you, what’s desperation.
I wish I could, but I’m too weak,
For myself I can’t even speak.
But you know my heart you tried to break,
Will mend itself and I’ll get over your ill will.
The pain, it’ll kill.
Cause I’ll defend myself from now on,
I’ll defend every girl you ever harassed, blackmailed and hurt like me.
I’ll let these poor girls free!
I’ll inspire,
Built myself an empire.
So pull a bullet through my brain,
For being honest.
But no more of your pain,
Better realise your mistakes.
About this poem
This is a poem about a few filthy boys of my school, who have traumatised a lot of girls and when you stand up for yourself they abuse you. Verbal abuse, Physical abuse, etc. in this case you can’t tell anyone cause apparently it’s your Fault.
Written on October 07, 2022
Submitted by trishashri26 on October 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | A ABacdcxefxfgghhggaeiixjjdggxxaBac |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,138 |
Words | 244 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 33 |
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