Because of you and what you've become,
I dont know what to say anymore
I guess I've just become tired.
Tired of holding my head up,
Tired of breathing
And tired of trying to live.
Every single day of my life
Since we first met,
You've made me feel pain.
And once I think about it,
The pain you've made me feel
Was never real.
From you,
I'll run until I cant breathe
And walk until
I get where I'm going. The best part is
You'll never find me
Because I wont even know where I am.
And if the day comes that you do find me,
My finger is on the trigger of the gun that you gave me
For protection. To defend myself from trouble.
But where the gun is pointed,
I couldnt tell you.
In the end, its either you or me.
Jasmina Singh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-gun-my-choice/
