They takes us from our homes.
Place in our hands guns expecting us to be killing machines.
Cold biting on our skin making us shiver in our boots.
We blow up the nation with bombs and chemicals.
People screaming their lungs out.
"I would rather die,than be someone who's nothing"
I didn't kill them,I didn't kill them ,I didn't do it-
Take the muzzle outta my mouth.
I wanna scream.
Wanna speak.
Wanna break the chain holding me and my gun together.
We march 'till it's over.
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In My Head(I'm Insane)
PoetryMy pxems The cxntent of this stxry has dark themes and self injury. Proceed at your own risk. This is nx lxnger a warning.
