Welcome to my mind alone
The pain it grows inside this home
Mistakes made and mistakes past
It seems this mistake was my last
And now I lay alone at night
The loser of this prolonged fight
A pool of blood and tears
Swallows my fears
I fade away into the night
I screamed my last a fear filled blast
the time has come
To return to the eternal numb called death

Original poem

I cry alone, its dark outside
The screams I voice stay inside
I hope my death doesn't blind side
The love I have for you.

I cry alone tonight again
Begging, pleading, for my lifes end
Soon my troubles will be done
And ill be gone before the sun.

I cry alone in peace this time
For time alone was my crime
I've had enough its time to go
And maybe follow the rivers flow

I cry no more, this trail of blood
Of sadness and fear
Will no longer linger here
The deed is done my time has come

Its to late
Though you are the one
Who I see in my dreams a happy sight
But alone im still
On a windowsill
And then im gone

Original poem

My only wish is that I die
Pay no heed when I cry
The tears are lost on those betrayed
And on those who maybe should have stayed
I'll stick a needle in my eye and pound away until I die
For maybe then Ill get to fly
Away from earth and my will to die

Original poem

His life all changed when he triggered the gun
He’d been given instructions, but just wanted to run

He remembers the sorrow in all of their eyes
He still hears the screams, the gun shots, the cries

He wants to forget but he knows he never will
Crawling up his spine, he still feels a chill

He wishes he could be forgiven
Yet has too many sins that cannot be hidden

His mask of a smile hides all his pain
But the mind games are endless, he’s going insane

To everyone he’s happy but to him he is sad
He got home safely, his mother was glad

But the others they didn’t they died at the scene
They were shot
Murdered
Far from a dream

His looks may be deceiving, his mind is not clean
Too many voices wailing, too much blood had been seen

He’ll sit and stare for hours on end
Grasping onto hope, wishing the pain would end

To some family and to many a friend
His present may be calm, but his past is not pretend

One bullet for sorrow
Two bullets for somebody else’s joy
Three killed the third
His gun was not a toy

-Lauren McLaughlin