Am I a coward,
when I wanna run?
Am I a coward,
when I wanna hide what I've done?
Am I a coward,
when I wanna hide what I am?
Am I a coward,
when I'm scared of what I am?
Am I a coward,
when I don't know what to do?
Am I a coward,
when I can't stop loving you?
If I'm not a coward,
then what am I?
A person that everyone
would rather let die?
I'm a monster,
I alway was
and I'll always be.
Baby please,
take a gun
and kill me.
If you won't do it,
the society will.
They will take the gun,
they will do the kill.
Babe,
I'm not a social kid.
Does it mean I'm a coward
when I'm afraid of it?
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
