My Life, Your Game

As I began to walk I hear the sound of bullets I go to sleep to bullets. Bullet powder is my body spray. I'm so use to it I'm not afraid. But this stupid little game your playing has my life involved. When I walk from home each day I don't know if I will ever return. I get pushed and shoved by the pain and suffering trying to survive is stressing. Remembering all my friends that lost their life to bullets is insane. I'm tired of the same game, hiding under layers of fabric. My insanity has been taken because, of all the visual situations I have seen. You're not only playing with my life but my family life too. Never knowing when my life will end is killing me slowly. Walking out my front door dropping to my hands and knees, crawling to my destination is what I have to do to survive. I never knew living was this hard. I never knew protecting my family was going to be entitled to me losing my life. This silly game is all fun until the rabbit got the gun. I want go out without a fight. So know it's your life my game.