There goes another kid

dead on the street.

When will we learn,

we are what we eat.

We gobble down monsters,

and we spit out the weak.

It's not people i fear,

but the things that they hold.

One pull of a trigger,

and i'm as good as dead.

I face my fear everyday,

I wake up and pretend it's okay.

It's hard because this fear doesn't leave,

It sits and lingers inside of me.

But I face it head on and still live life,

because everyday might be my goodbye.