Huddled on the inside.
Muffled noises hoping the shadow doesn’t come inside.
Wondering when is the right moment to cry.
For you know at any moment you could die.
Cuddled together, hiding from the monsters that be drawing near.
With loaded burdens and barrels of bullets that are laced with fear.
Texting goodbyes just in case one does not make it out of here.
Praying for miracles and hoping God can hear.
Trying our best to stay safe when the devilish fiend appears.
Watching as class mates drop like flies and blood splatters everywhere.
Traumatized and terrified wishing we were any where but here.
Then cops yell to us to get out of here, and line up the shooter.
However, sometimes the cops are to late to be our saviours.
Or even if they get the perpetrator on time,
We still have to live on while also crying for those we lost who were so dear.
This is an incident that happens every ******* year.
In 2018 there was 82 school shootings with 51 killed which makes me wonder?
Wonder how it’s not clear that our generation needs to be repaired.
I just want to be ok going to school but I guess that’s to hard to ask for in this day and age.
And maybe we are too desensitized to be outraged.
For these 691 incidents have become as normal as one’s pay wage.
But I believe we need to change and once again be engaged otherwise we will stay caged in this desolate stage.