-Life Lost- A boy brought a gun to school today, he said that is was cool. I told him to put it away but he said that all guns rule. I told the teacher and the boy panicked, and shot her in the head. And now as I cry, the teacher, is dead. I'm on the ground her blood on my hands she said she'd be alright but my heart is filled with fright. All the kids around me are scared as well, take me home away from this hell. The boy is angered and still has the gun, he's mad at me for telling on him, and I try to get up to run. I hear the blast from behind I never looked back. Mom, I ran as fast as I could but the bullet was to fast. It hurts me as well as others and now I'm going to die. I hear more blast's and screams of pain as I see the bodies fly. Mom, I never said goodbye to you, I'm sorry Dad, I have to go away. Please tell my brother I love him and tell my sister my love will always stay. This boy looks sad as he looks as the people he's killed, I feel almost sad for him, Then I see my blood lying around me, and am filled with anger again. I'm starting to loose my grip on life, help me somebody, please. Come to my rescue and deliver my message to the ones who were there for me. Tell all my friends that I thank them, and tell my boyfriend I love him. Tell them all I'll never forget this day, when I lost my life to heaven. I can't believe I never said goodbye. But how could I have known that I would die? Why do I blame myself for the things gone wrong? I guess I'm stuck in a pain of sadness drifting forever along. I hear one distant shot and a fall to the ground. People are running still, looking to see who's around. The boy shot himself, he's laying next to me, On my hands I feel his blood, through his eyes I see. He was just as scared as I was, but now I know I'm dying, his eyes have shut and I'm left lying. I feel weaker now, then I was before. The pain that started is here no more. Tell everyone I ever knew, that I am leaving and I wish I could stay. Tell them all to hold on to life, and I hope their lives never end in the same position that I lay. Tell my mom I'm sorry, and tell my Dad I care. Tell my sister I love her, and tell my brother I'll always be there. -Dana Parcher-
Reason for writing:
It came to me one day. I um.. have certain 'abilities' you could say and I couldnt quite get the feeling of it out of me so I wrote it out and it become this poem which will hopefully be published some day.
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Birth sign: Cancer
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