A gun in my bag,
The bullets in my pocket.
I open the door to the detention room,
Walk inside,
Then lock it.
I’ve had enough,
It’s just too hard,
I’ve been the victim of they’re fun.
They look at me,
I look at them,
We both know I’m done.
They slowly rise,
I load the bullets.
They begin to panic,
The fire alarm,
In a desperate attempt they pull it.
I look at them,
They look at me,
Cock the gun,
And laugh.
They plead and beg,
Grovel at my feet.
It’s been a minute and a half.
I point the gun,
At each one,
Tense and pull the trigger.
I can make them go away,
With a simple squeeze of my finger.
Each one has fallen,
They’re flowing blood.
Red pools at my feet,
It threatens to flood.
With tears in my eyes,
And one bullet remaining.
I put the gun to my head,
My will to live is draining.
Somebody stop me,
My finger is shaking.
Somebody help me,
My heart is aching.
I close my eyes,
I tense my finger,
I brace myself,
And pull the trigger.
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this was awesomecore, i loved it!
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wow this is so good i love it
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wow this was truely amazing i can actually picture it happening GREAT JOB!!!!
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we recently had an assembly about Rachel's Challenge and this just really made me think of her death and the shooting. If you dont know what the heck im talking about look it up. Great write btw. Alot of emotion. I never want another school shooting to happen though.
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