There comes a kid
Whose anger, whose sadness
Becomes too much
They don’t know what to do.
They want others to understand.
They’re just a kid.
Blue and gold
Dripping crimson,
Air ringing
Like the shattered glass on the floor.
Running-
Running-
Get away,
Escape
Into the woods.
Bang-
Bang-
Chasing through the halls,
You once trusted.
“Is this really happening?”
“I never thought it would be us.”
Kids on the news,
Cops in the halls
“Are we safe?”
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
There comes a kid
Whose anger, whose sadness
Becomes too much
They don’t know what to do.
They want others to understand.
They’re just a kid.
Blue and gold
Dripping crimson,
Air ringing
Like the shattered glass on the floor.
Running-
Running-
Get away,
Escape
Into the woods.
Bang-
Bang-
Chasing through the halls,
You once trusted.
“Is this really happening?”
“I never thought it would be us.”
Kids on the news,
Cops in the halls
“Are we safe?”
I’m praying and sending my love to anyone involved. I felt like I needed to write something in such a hard time. Spread awareness, especially since most national news barely covered this because of other events happening.
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