An Outsider and Six Minutes
Two years ago.
Two years ago, I was giggling and laughing with my friends on Valentines Day,
Sharing chocolate
Joy
Happiness.
That evening, two years ago,
Tears fall from my eyes
The glee I had just a few hours ago
Erased
Empty
Simply gone.
While I spent my day covered with light
Parkland was covered in the dark,
They were shrouded in terror
In fear
With thier shaking hands, tearful texts of goodbyes
They suffered the most agonizing
Painful
Absoulutley horrible
Six minutes.
Six minutes that killed seventeen people
Fourteen students, three teachers.
Six minutes that destroyed thier purity, innocence, life,
Leaving them broken over a tradegy that never should have happened.
I am the outsider.
I was never there.
I never felt the torture of six minutes.
But still, I cried.
I couldn't sleep.
Seventeen dead.
SEVENTEEN DEAD.
S E V E N T E E N D E A D.
And Uncle Sam doesn't do anything about it.
No student or teacher should go to school
Terrifed,
Scared,
Thinking it could be the last day of thier lives.
No ones lives should be leveraged.
Kids shouldn't die by an AR-15.
Better gun laws
So we can live.
Better gun laws
So we won't be scared.
Better gun laws
So we can be safe.
Better gun laws
So no one will get hurt again.
Never again.
Yes, I wasn't there.
Yes, I can't imagine thier pain.
But it still hurt.