Watching You Bleed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You shot yourself in the foot.
And you want to lay the blame,
On someone who called you a fool?
And the more you howl...
The more your senselessness looks.
Now you've taken that same gun,
And placed it in the other hand.
Screaming at the top of your lungs...
To stop that man who saw you shoot yourself,
From coming to your aid with a bandaid.
Because you are suspicious he wants to help you.
And the others you feel safe to express this to...
Aren't helping you at all.
In fact,
They are watching you bleed to death.
And you respect that...
Because they provided you with the funds,
To purchase the gun!