// this is in no way making fun of shootings, sorry if you are triggered by this. If you are, pls skip. Once again sorry//
A man known by few, lost, so lost.
Friends I once knew, all lost, all lost.
He had a plan, a plan.
To shorten their life span, life span.
He shot, he shot.
And much death it brought, it brought.
The cries and screams, cries and screams.
We wish this was a dream, a dream.
In memory, in memory,
And quick summary, summary.
Too young to die, to die.
We'll forever ask why, ask why.
Why they bullied him, bullied him.
Oh he grew so grim, so grim.
He'll forever be known as the boy, the boy.
Who was treated like a toy, a toy.
Who lost his mind, his mind.
I guess he's gone blind, gone blind.
//sorry if this triggered you//
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PoetryThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.
