silver bullets

Swear I can't stand it,

This life has shot me down.

Silver bullets of pain,

No, I can't take it.

I can't take it away,

I've been awake for so long.

I've lost count of the sheep,

When I think, I smoke more.

And the cycle repeats,

I'm weak and my throat's sore, from trying to scream.

That's my new poem