A day in the life of a bullet....

The room is noisy,
All I want to do is get some sleep.
I can't control my actions.
It's like someone else is my leader!
It's a long travel somewhere,
I smell salt water but I never feel it.
Thrusted in some kind of wepon.
Still, I can't control my actions.
Starting to get motion sickness!
All my friends are gradually leaving me...
"You're next" said someone
A click. A fire.
Shooting through the air gave me a queezy feeling.
Until I come in contact with someone...
A warm compforting feeling as I traveled.
Screams and gasps I hear.
I slow. I'm still.
Blood drouning me.
"Finally I can get some sleep"

{Inspired by Ghost Of You video. Written in school}