The Last Shots

How it feels when those you love try to hurt you with their words

Why are you holding the gun?
Not full of bullets but rather rage
Hateful words which you saved

And now they spew forth undeterred
Like bullets through the heart, undeserved

Round is the hole left pierced through my chest
Growing colder
Growing weak
You took my very best

The best of my being and my soul
My heart, my inner self
This very gaping hole

Why the shot?
Why pull the trigger?
Now I fight for my life
Fight with all my vigor

Never a hand raised against you
No retaliation will there be
I'll lie here and die in front of you
You've just killed me