you know the movies you see with teenagers
in high school enjoying their life
but what about the dark side of it
school shootings
i've thought about what i would do
who i would call
where i could possibly end up
in my dreams i usually end up dead
shot right through the abdomen
i'm always in the hallway
alone
left to die
my blood spilling out and as the shooter walks away
i always let a tear fall
i don't know if it's because i've felt like im free
or that i'm dying and there is nothing i can do
in my dream i find a way to pull myself up and as i walk
blood gets smeared all over the walls
i hear more gunshots and screams
i don't know why i push myself to walk
i always thought i would lay there staring at the ceiling
letting the world fade
but always in my dream i get up
as i stumble and cough i get to the bathroom
where i was supposed to be heading to anyways
i go into the last stall
i lock it
then i slide my back against the wall and sit on the floor
my breathing is getting heavier and i know deep down
i'm not going to live
i would only text my mom to tell her i love her
i wouldn't want her to be horrified by the trembling in my voice
she would know to, that i was dying
i would call katie but made sure my call went to voicemail
i would leave her a message telling her how much i loved her and appreciated her
she would never get over my death but at least she would know i wasn't scared
and that i loved being her best friend
the last person i would call is a war in my mind
i don't know
my dream always stops at that point
but i know i die
and i always wonder if i'll make that call
i hope i don't find out
but this feeling i can't shake
a shooter
it's coming
and i won't be ready
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Poetrythis is a series of poems i have written about past and current events. everyone handles emotions differently, here is how i handle mine
