The Big Mistake

Why did he do it?
he said he would rule
we all doubted him
until he brought that gun to school

this poor kid was lonely
he only had one friend
it was black and small
and was painful to comprehend

he walked in the door
he held his friend high
he then said, "get down!
or you'll be the first to die!"

I remember the thoughts
all rustling through my head
if i try to save them
then I will lie dead

I thought about his
and much, much more
finally, I felt myself
stand up from the floor

i stood there barely breathing
my knees about to crack
about to recite my cries for help
the bullet blew into my back

the pain did not last very long
my body all lost feeling
he didn't have to say a word
his expressions were revealing

You would expect a guilty face
that would last his life a while
but upon his face the guilt disappeared
and became a satisfied smile

he looked at his classmates
and my face most painfully red
he thought for one second
then stuck the gun to his head

He said, "I am sorry
I screwed up big this time
I thought I would solve problems
But I guess this time is mine."

He looked me in the eye
as the trigger he did pull
the violent image repeats in my mind
the memory remains bold

I still dream about this boy
even if he isn't there
But he still remains the man
that made me live life from a wheelchair