I stand there
With twittle by my side
Waiting for the others
Waiting to make the exchange
They come
High out of their minds
Threatening me
Tell me what I have is a lie
Their leader pulls something out of his coat
GUN
I hear twittle yelling something to me
but I cant hear what he says
my eyes only focus
on the barrel in front of me
Why I didnt run
is a mystery to me
BAM
I've been shot at before
I've been stabbed more times
then I can count
I felt the bullet go through me
I felt myself stagger to the car
Slump against it
trying to hold on
my vision blackening
around the edges
My hearing
disapearing
Is this what its like
To Die?
Twittle?
Where is he?
Will he be ok?
My strength leaves me
And I welcome Death
I got shot last december (12/6/13) through my right shoulder, Clean all the way through. I was rushed to the hopsital and it took them 5 hours to fix me up.
(this use to be my first poem on here but I accidently deleted it when I was trying to edit it my apologies)