Stole My Gun - (An Original Poem)

i would shoot your soul,
but they stole my gun.
and stripped me of my pride.
now all i have's the sun.

i killed my concerns,
with a rolled up cancer stick.
so dizzy and torturous,
that i thought it would do the trick.

i wish i was less concerned with my appetite and health.
drugged up my whole body thinking that it would bring me wealth.