I'm sitting here in a darkened room,
Letting my fear's consume my forever doom.
I don't smile or hold in my tear,
I hold in the smell of my every fear.
I know it's hard for me right now,
To walk around and pretend not to drown.
To hold a fake smile upon my face,
and act as if the blood don't leave it's trace.
I know I sound stupid,
No i was not hit by a hatred cupid.
I'm just saying what's on my mind,
Nothing i'v said so far is kind.
I'll hold something called a gun,
I do not fear and i'll not run.
I'll not pull the trigger,
But i'll give out a small shiver.
~Me (shelly Pereira)