What if....

I always wonder how life would’ve turned out,
if I hadn’t had tolerance for hatred,
or resilience to pain,
probably introduce a blade to my lower arm,
harm the body that they ridiculed,
Im never good enough……

No, Realize what must be done,
steal parent’s money and buy an automated gun,
conceal in the morning before bus hit the corner,
make it right on time the seconds is counting down,
walk in school ready to teach a lesson,
a wide smile, pulled out a Wesson revolving,
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
brain spatters and blood puddles bodies falling,
out of bullets reach in the bag reload,
see the blue that stood off outside,
look around for an exit,
damn all blocked,
thoughts filling my brain the depressed grit,
realize I ain’t gonna be alive much longer,
have my last good memory relived,
my hand raising my demise,
I’m sorry for not being stronger.
Bang.