Always the Bullet Wound

I breathe you out

Fighting instinct to curse your name

It’s not anybodies fault

But I blame myself for no reason

I won’t bother you

I know where I belong

Right next to the mailbox

On the side of the road

I’m always the part they throw away

Always in the way

Begging for love, someone to care

But empty outlines of people

Cannot fulfill me

Getting older now

It’s getting silly

I’ve always been a late bloomer

Im sick of being lost

The emptiness aches too much

Tethered to this world 

Of perpetual cold shoulders

Touch and I fall apart

Sigh and my eyes well up

Look and my heart explodes

I was wired wrong

Sensitivity threshold set too low

And every minor thing

Is a raw nerve touched

Defective right from the factory

B-Stock item, sold for cheap

Never for me

Good things only happen to regular people

Broken people get what’s left

Used up, worn out

Nothing to call my own

Nothing that matters

Always the bullet wound

Never the bullet