Shotgun must have gone off,
Pain unbearably real & vivid,
Pinch my skin say I'm asleep,
Full of hate & ache I'm livid,
Where is the gushing blood,
Where are the holes & wounds,
Where's the shell or dirt & mud,
Feelings pouring out like a flood,
Who knew heartache could kill you,
I am dying right?
I need stitches, surgery, glue,
Did I lose the war or just this fight?
Is all really fair in love & war?
Pain & hate just means it was real,
Deep inside my core it was true to me at least,
I'm alive & hate is just love coming out to feel.