Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

She sits alone
on her bedroom floor
Listening to the sound
of her dads old records playing  
at 9 in the afternoon.
Her room sits above
the table her dad drinks at
Listening to the sound
of yelling and glasses breaking
at 9 in the afternoon.

She sits alone
on her bedroom floor
Crying into her hands because
her dads back to his old habits again
at 9 in the afternoon.
Her room sits above
the table her dad drinks at
Now he's slumped over sleeping
in the chair he sits in
at 9 in the afternoon.

On this day of remembrance
you aren't here for me to say
thank you,
for everything you've done
for everything you'll do
from all the sacrifices you've made
to the decisions that had to be made,
i thank you from the bottom of my heart

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.

Today I turned 16.

A year or so ago
if you asked me
I probably would've
told you I never thought
Id see the day I turned 16,
and here I am.

I'm alive,
I'm breathing,
I'm trying to be happy.
I'm better than I was
a year or so ago.

I sing.
I sing so
I can express myself,
so I can let my emotions run free.
I sing.
I sing in hopes of
making someone smile
or feel some kind of emotion.
I sing.
I sing to make myself happy
I sing so I have something to live for
and something I can be proud of.
I sing.
I sing so
people know I'm here and alive and breathing,
and so I have a voice people will hear.
I sing.
I sing so I can feel alive.