The Tragedy
I was sitting in my math class,
Waiting for the day to pass,
When suddenly I hear a gun shot,
Hopping the person would get caught,
We all huddled into the corner,
Hoping this would soon be over,
A loud bang on the door,
Made us cry even more,
The man came in and in the blink of an eye,
Everyone around me slowly died,
I started to cry,
He asked me a question,
But I just lied,
I lay there with my best friends by my side,
I started to wonder why,
Someone would want to see people in pain,
Hopefully this is a game,
I saw it in his eyes, his soul was black,
I wish I could take time back,
Tell my family I love them,
My life was like a gem,
Never let go of a hug,
Don't let anyone hurt them not a single bug,
I was deep in my thoughts,
Hoping I could call the cops,
I started running to the parking lot,
Seeing kids families,
Spotting mine in front of me,
Wanting to go home,
But having to talk to the cops alone,
I pray for them every night,
You are not alone in this fight.
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