The bullets and the trigger..and then there's you.

All of the bad stuff is the bullets:
All of the people who are mean.
Him wanting someone else.
Those being picked on..
for no reason at all
Those who have to suffer..
Even including me.
Not feeling loved enough.
Feeling alone.
All the people are the gun:
The girl he likes more.
Those creepy people-
Who live to see you hurt.
The one thing you cant have-him.
My self-conscious is the trigger.
That is about to pull.
At the end of the day..
But then something stops it.
That something is you.
You are my friend.
My wonderful friend.
Who loves and cares about me.
You sit with me.
And we talk.
And you make everything alright.
And together-
We destroy the gun.
And the bullets that come with it.

*I wrote this about my life. All of my absolutely wonderful friends know who they are..but right now that someone that stops the trigger..and made everything alright.is my friend emma. i know she is going through a rough time right now but together we\'ll get through it...i LOVE all of you who make it alright*