The gun is loaded like my head,
It’s firm like my attitude.
It brings peace and pain at the sametime,
Like I do at certain times.

I dream to get away,
Like putting the gun up.
My life falls into shambles, Like when the gun c***s back.
I try to regain my sanity.

I breathe hard blows out.
Like how the gun blows smoke.
I hope i don’t choke,
Like the finger on the trigger.

I look at the gun like it’s my life,
The gun resembles me.
But it doesn’t control me at all,
Sometimes it acts like my life, sometimes
I act like it. But it will never hurt me.
I own it,
The gun.