There he is sitting just thinking, then grabs a gun points it to his stomach and pow there goes the shot every one screaming every one scared. I get the phone call your brothers been shot I'm on my way to the hospital ill stop and pick you up then the line goes dead.
My mind not yet comprehending whats just taken place no tear's nothing i just fall to the floor and sit. I arrive at the hospital every one screaming and crying and then it all hits me and tears start flowing. No one wants to tell us nothing they say we have to wait to speak to a doctor. my mother scared out of her mind pacing back and forth just praying that her only son is still alive. doctor walks in, " hes in critical condition we are taking him to the operating room we wont know how bad till we are in there".
Still i cry thinking to myself how and why? hours later i got to see him he was so drugged up and in pain i couldn't stand to see him cry no more so i left. Next day i went back to the hospital and there he was looking into my eyes he told me "i don't know why i did it i didn't wanna die i just picked it up and did it" and as he continued to cry i gave him a hug and said don't worry your going to be fine. The doctors said they didn't know how you made it you should be dead but the bullet hit your pelvis and thats why it didn't go all the way through. No internal bleeding i guess another chance at life is gods gift to you. Six days later he gets discharged from the hospital and goes to see his four month old daughter he thought for sure he would miss.
*NOT A POEM WELL NOT MEANT TO BE THIS HAPPENED THIS MONTH AND HAD 2 GET IT OFF MY CHEST*
