Poetry Writings #2

>a poem i wrote about your past doings/mistakes still haunting you from time to time, being triggered by small things .

As i slid my arm through my long sleeve,

a sudden shout across the room was released,

blurriness took over my eyes, a heat suddenly rising up through my heart,

a triggered was pulled, and now the lights in my arms starts to light up,

it burns, oh god it burns,

every single line has its own fire, were they ever put out? were they ever healed?

every single reminder my arm disappears, and only the scars remain, was i ever healed? every word that comes out of their mouth, i feel the drip of the melted candle, will i heal?

it haunts me, its stuck to me,

as i ran my hands through it, i feel my eyes water and legs suddenly stop working,

i fall into my knees, shaking everything off,

i hold myself to comfort, convince myself not to let go, but oh god it burns,

some days have felt like that was the only thing that i could feel, will it ever disappear?

the guilt and the fire that ive caused, it remains a part of me,

one lost bullet, and it all comes to an end.