Your Silver Bullet Story Little Boy Poem by Cora Lee

When the bullet hit your skin,
and as I watched it slide right in;
tell me now, what hurts the most,
a hole in your head, and your the host?
Or a blade thats slideing through your arm,
don't worry kids, your not at harm.
Just the boy with the broken soul,
and his heart, that you brutaly stole.

When the bullet went through your head,
did you wish for the blade instead?
Tell me boy, which one bled more,
the bullet hole, or your heart she tore?
Or did the cut bleed you out,
it made you stronger without a doubt.
Now parents, don't be afraid,
you should all just feel betrayed.

When your skull, was hit by metal,
what, in your mind, did you finaly settle?
Did you cry, for the pain or glory
knowing no one will hear your story?
Bullet bullet, can't you see?
Your always the one thats hurting me,
Razor Razor arn't you swell,
your the one who never tells.

But I know your story, little boy,
how you liked small, sharp, silver toys.
Now your dead and burried in a grave,
wishing now that you could be saved.
Bye bye you, my brother my friend,
you'll never ever be seen again....