Glock 19

She was just a troubled teen,
Didn’t like the kids, So mean,
She came to school, her face serene,
As she held a Glock 19.

Loaded lead fit in her hand,
It will make them understand,
Run run children as fast as you can,
You’ve been invited to the show that’s been planned.

Shots are fired, it’s a sight to behold,
So many dead, stop to reload,
It’s your fault children you won’t grow old,
Took by surprise, no one was told.

Her smile is painted and her tears have dried,
I guess this is karma for wishing she died,
You didn’t know she was dying inside,
She wanted to live, and god knows she tried.

Her mother will cry, her daddy will yell,
Her sister will know that she’s going to hell,
But she never told them that she was unwell,
No one could see past her protective shell.

She got up that morning, last night she snapped,
Was free from the terrible life she was trapped,
When your fucked up you learn to adapt,
Either that or it’s the sound of a GAT.

She took one out, each hand with a gun,
The war that you started with her she has won,
Her trying and crying and dying is done,
And now her revenge and payback’s begun.

The blood sloshed quietly under her feet,
Her planning in this had been so discrete,
They left her feeling so incomplete,
When they tried to break her teeth on the street.

Smile faded, puts the gun in her mouth,
Her life was so pitiful, full of doubt,
All of it she really could do without,
Bang.