No More

The painful words,
The ones that you say,
Those that can’t be unheard,
Those that make me your prey,
I wish you’d take them back someday.

The pain involved,
The tears I’ve cried,
Those inner problems left unresolved,
Those coping mechanisms I’ve tried,
All are tearing me apart inside.

The things you can’t take back,
The things I wish I’d never done,
Those I’ll forget to pack,
Those that I can’t seem to outrun,
They will be left behind after I use this gun.