The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs
With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake
No more mommies crying
Or daddies leaving
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying
I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying
YOU ARE READING
Emo poems
PoesíaDepression is a great part of my poetry. Some of these poems are mine, and some aren't.
