In my room, All Alone, <br />I have my gun, <br />And I have my phone, <br />I look around and I know, <br />The door is locked, <br />And the lights are off, <br />I want to cry, <br />I want to weep, <br />The demons have gone <br />In way too deep, <br />If only I could fly, <br />Fly to the sky, <br />And when I know, <br />That when I'm high, <br />I'll just let go, <br />And make no sound <br />Until I've reached the ground, <br />But I have no wings, <br />I have no sons, <br />So then I'll pull the trigger <br />Of my pistol gun.<br /><br />Oscar Aceves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teenage-trategy/
