people pleaser

it's funny how 
you could shoot me
and i'd still apologize 
for being in the way of the bullet
even though i know 
you intended to shoot me in the first place
you say you hate gun violence
but continue to shoot me in the heart
repeatedly over and over
and i should be dead by now
but for some reason i'm being held alive
as if i'm immortal 
forced to watch the same thing happen
over and over
because i'd rather stand in front of the gun
and apologize for you hitting me
than run away from you forever 
getting shot and slowly dying 
is easier than letting you go
despite you being the one killing me
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