A Bullet For My Valentine Poem by michelle sheppard

a bullet for my valentine
goes straight to my head
a note left on my pillow
notifying that im dead
love may feel good
but its slow suicide
all the hurt and the pain
i have i tried to hide
hear my cries
hear my dreams
all my pain has hidden
the hopes within my screams
my mind spins with a blur
im confused and alone
all this torture
is cutting me to the bone
im sick of all this stress
im sick of all the tears
and no matter how much i scream
nobody ever hears
so leave me alone
im gona let go
and if anyone cares
please let me know
cause everyones stated
and everyones said
your worthless
so your bullet goes in my head
but just telling you
im letting you know
that with your bullet in my skull
i never meant to let go.