This is a companion poem to one that Chris wrote, that I was reading. It's written from the point of view of someone who's been hurt for years. It's written from my point of view, because that's how I was treated for years, & I know how much that hurts. Chris just wrote about the victims in the news, but I wrote about the people who did the shootings, the people that were hurt & took their anger out, perhaps the wrong way..but I can understand why they did it. There's only so much pain a human heart can take.
Books, pens, paper
You know they're coming for you
You know they won't leave you alone
Where can you hide, where can you run
When they're always right behind you
They won't leave you alone, they taunt you, they hurt you
Your life is a blur of pain & anger
You'll never be the same
What was once a happy person, is now torn, bruised, & battered
Blink of an eye
A year passes by
Another year of hell, you've lived in
Pain never leaving your side
You have to get out of this
Somehow, you'll get them back
You'll get revenge, you'll have your say
Maybe it's not right
Maybe it's wrong, but did anyone ever stop to help you?
Did anyone ever stop to say they were sorry?
Did anyone ever try to understand?
You can see everything happening
The horror, the confusion, the pain you've caused
Why did you do it?
Did you think this would solve your problem?
Why me? Why here? Why now?
You caused someone's daughter to die, someone's life to end
Was it really worth it?
Believe it or not, I feel your pain, & I know it well
Killing wasn't right, but hurting wasn't right, either
When nothing is done, everyone loses..
Chris's Poem: Columbine, The Victim's Story
Books, pens, paper
Get everything out of the locker
Class is going to start
You don’t want to be late
Talking to your friends
On the way to class
Everything is going to be OK
You didn’t get to see it coming
Blink of an eye, in the beat of a heart
Pain in the middle of your back
Then your world goes black
“What the hell?” goes though your mind
Only for a second, if only that
It’s the light at the end
That draws you in
Don’t be afraid my child
Rest in peace
You can see everything happening
The horror, the confusion and the pain
You see the mayhem unfold
The last shot fired
The struggle for the gun
So surreal
Why me? Why here? Why now?
The cops handcuff the juvenile
Who caused your blood to drain
You couldn’t bear to see your mother’s face
When she hears the news, her daughter is going to heaven
Before ________&________After
Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12
