There is a little boy I know
who doesn't get respect,
he doesn't get noticed
and he doesn't really care
This little boy is behind a mask
pretending like nothing is wrong
thinking he has those few little things
that makes his life more fun
He studies in the library at recess
and than again at lunch
he always had something nice to say
but he never got the chance
He started understanding things
things that he never saw before
he understood the difference
of laughing at, or with
He realized he was just a joke
his pain was someone else’s joy
how could people be so cruel
he never wanted to hurt anyone
' But why not get them back
for what they did to me '
He braced himself
one Thursday morning
knowing not what he wanted to be
but only what he would be
He shot his fellow classmates
1,2,3
No one understood him,
No one felt his pain
No one would just talk to him
He realized there was nothing to gain
After shooting a number so satisfying
he turned the handgun on himself
he counted the people,
the victims he hurt
and laughed as he let it out
He pulled the trigger,
on all his fears,
his emotions
and his tears
Floors of crimson red
stirring in the silent school
with people shaking, scared for their life
but he never really cared
because they never caref for him
just a lost little boy
in his lost little world
anything means everything
and more blood sheds from my skin!!!
