Class of 2018

It’s sickening.

Makes me want to vomit.

Makes me wonder what this Earth wants

And why everyone’s on it.

2018 was supposed to be

The year I graduate,

The year of my dreams.

Why did this happen?

What did I ever do

To deserve a bullet through my heart

That hit my moms too?

I’m 17 years old and there’s so much I’ll never accomplish

I could have been an astronaut, blasting off in my rocket.

Or maybe a scientist

Or even a teacher.

Doesn’t matter now,

I’ll never get to be either.

I’ll never get married, never have kids.

Never got to thank God and pray for my sins.

I woke up this morning, wanting to stay home

But instead I went to school,

I entered the danger zone.

The guns went off as I strolled down the hall.

I wasn’t sure what happened as I saw my friend fall.

And then I saw it but it was too late.

This white kid by the door had just chosen my fate.

Before I could help it, I’d fallen too.

I looked around but no one would stop.

Everywhere I looked another body dropped.

“Please stop!” I tried and tried to scream.

He didn’t hear me or so it seems.

I could no longer hear the bangs as the ringing in my ears took over

I looked back at the ceiling, my hair falling off of my shoulder.

It’s true what they say- about your life flashing through your eyes

I can’t believe this is happening,

I can’t believe I’m about to die.

Mom? Are you there mom? Are you close by?

It’s really happening, mom, I’m losing my life.

I love you mom,

Dad and chris too

Please get as far as you can,

I’ll see you all soon.

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