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