by Katie Apr 12, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
They all came to school, only some of them knew, who would be , the select few. Only so many bullets for only so many to take. Who would have known, the day he would break. He didn't care, who's lives he took, they never gave him a second look. He never fit in, he never stood out. He was the one, they all went around. He made up his mind, the pain he left behind. He shot them, each one, was it because they never understood ? Could it be, he wanted the fame, he took his life, along with others, he left behind childless mothers. The shots left the world, in painful shock, now he wouldn't be the one that they mocked. He did his deed, how can you say he couldn't succeed? How can this be called a success? When what he left behind, is a living mess. He took those lives, something he had no right to do. Can you say, you're glad he left you ? You knew those people, the ones he took, when he shot them, he didn't give them a second look. |