I have a gun
You a gun
Please put yours down
You deserve to live
I don't
A gun to your head isn't worth it
I on the other hand need to get away
Disappear into oblivion
Be shot
A Gun to The Head Is Worth It
But not for you, your a happy flower
And you have your own flower
So please live
Please stay alive for you
flower
YOU ARE READING
People Are Poison
PoésieJust wanting to be artistic and artsy I guess, I just write when I'm bored, it's just my thoughts.
