There goes another kid

There goes another kid

dead on the street.

When will we learn,

we are what we eat.

We gobble down monsters,

and we spit out the weak.

It's not people i fear,

but the things that they hold.

One pull of a trigger,

and i'm as good as dead.

I face my fear everyday,

I wake up and pretend it's okay.

It's hard because this fear doesn't leave,

It sits and lingers inside of me.

But I face it head on and still live life,

because everyday might be my goodbye.