10.1.10
I live a life of fear.
I am abandoned.
I am scared.
I am crying right now.
For I am lonely but not alone.
I am sitting in this old, dengy room surround by men with guns.
All i have it a pistal in my hand
I can either put it to my head
and get it over with
or I could fight for my country's freedom.
I shot the man that came through that door.
He died under my breath.
I may have killed a man that day.
But you are still free
and I am still a hero.