My life is surrounded
by people armed by me,
loaded guns aimed at my heart.

Every time they leave,
I'm shot.
I bleed out for awhile
depending on who it is
Some guns are smaller
some are bigger  
but I always get repaired

You however didn't have a gun
I placed a whole nuke in your hands
It was never supposed to go off
Wasn't meant to end like this
And when you set it off
I wasn't prepared for the blast

I didn't get to bleed
Most of me is scorched and black
Shrapnel buried deep inside
the pieces that stayed in tact

Other Pieces flew places
Some of them, you must've grabbed

I'll never heal
from this wound
and Ill never get those pieces back