Lack All Trust

There's a bullet hole

Here in this brain

Don't look too close

You'll scream in pain.

I live through this,

Everyday

But no one sees,

So I don't say a thing.

There's metal beams.

Under my skin.

My bones are gone.

My body thin.

There's nothing left,

But an empty husk,

Hollow eyes

That lack all trust.

This poem is about: 
Me

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