The day they won, <br />i picked up a gun <br />3 bullets to the head <br /> Pride, <br /> strength, <br /> courage <br />then i was dead <br /> <br /> <br />When i died, <br />irealized <br />i was the one who pulled the trigger, <br />and the digger, <br /> of my own grave <br /> <br />3 bullets <br />1-pride; denying pain i hide <br />2-the strength; to defend what i feel inside <br />3-the courage to have pride <br /> <br />so away i went... <br />into the light <br />inspite that i might, <br />seek answers <br />get my questions answered <br />with out sticker shock <br />or again getting shot <br />but im already dead so who cares? <br /> <br />who cares, <br />that i still have nightmares <br />cuz i'm dead, <br />and i the one who behead <br />myself <br /> <br /> <br />when i died i took 3 bullets to the head <br /> pride, <br /> strength, <br /> courage, <br />and still lying here, DEAD<br /><br />Brittney Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-died-2/
