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 Sep 2018 Sam
may
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 Sep 2018 Sam
Beaux
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
 Aug 2018 Sam
may
i remeber when i first started writing
how my anger was fueled by these people

who i can now laugh with and it’s genuine
who would just be there even after the bump
  
but now the people who took that place
are making me feel that way

the urge to write those nasty and cruel words
and then feel nothing at all afterwards

i’ve been feeling like a broken record
having to repeat myself over and over

and no it doesn’t get easier after the second time
in fact it’s even harder the other go arounds

it makes me feel like you aren’t listening
that you don’t care about my feelings

but that’s okay because i’m fine with having
one friend who understands me completely

if you don’t prevent the record from playing
i’ll just have to do that myself
i’ve been feeling very weird about some stuff lately and i address situations but it doesn’t help because i still feel the same.
 Jun 2018 Sam
may
appreciation
 Jun 2018 Sam
may
Hey I’m really sorry you feel this way
Nobody should feel the way you say you do
You’re an amazing person
I’ve been telling you this a lot lately

Ever since the night on the Ferris Wheel
Cliche I know right and even though
you were freaking out most of the ride
We had a bonding moment

I might’ve not held you in my arms (ha)
But I feel closer to you dude
Heck you’re the first person I told about
the crazy event happening in my life right now
Your advice is always good so don’t doubt yourself for a second

I’m really glad we’ve re-build our bond
And I appreciate you at lot
I just wanted to write this.
 May 2018 Sam
may
You are better than me
in more ways than one

You are beautiful
without even trying

You are funnier than me
So many people like you

You are more talented than me
There’s literally nothing I’m good at

Well

Other than tearing myself down
And hating everything about me

While your only worries are if
Your eye makeup will match your outfit
I wish I could be a better person. Without all th worries and doubt.
 May 2018 Sam
Nylee
I know nothing.
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