It's
like
you've
been holding
the gun,
taunting
me, pointing at
me, knowing
that
I am
defenseless.
But
tonight,
you actually
pulled the
trigger,
and shot
me in
the chest.
All that's left of
me is
the bitter
taste
of fear
inside
my lungs
screaming
to let
go.
Now I've
let
go.
