It's NOT the Gun!
Why do they keep doing this to me?
Don't they know I'm F'ed up on several meds?
That I'm emotionally unstable?
They do know I'm weak and easily preyed upon.
They also know I usually keep my lips sealed to avoid making it worse.
The faculty and my supposed friends have failed me.
The doctors have failed me.
My parents have failed to lock our safe last night.
This can has been shaken for too long.
I'm the only one who knows that -before the first bell rings- they will pay and my suffering will finally cease.
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