Too Late.....
Why does bullying even happen?,
All of this just feels like a dream and now we're saddened.
A drop comes out of my eye its something called a tear,
This was all because i was full of fear.
How many schools have not been shot at a day?,
All the lives that they have taken away.
They're so crazy it makes it seem like there on drugs,
All the families deserve lots of hugs.
Every night i cry,
I feel like its all a big lie.
The massacre came in and wanted to start shooting at me,
I wanted to run out and be free.
I tried to run away,
but it was too late......
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