Emo poems

Escape

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