Cloumbine Remembered

This poem is dedicated to the Massacre at Columbine High--- God bless all of you and I hope that you all are doing well. This was not written to offend anyone or just because I like violence. This was written in memory of all the people lost or permanately injured on this horrible day. Will you hold me close? I am so cold. It's dark in here what's happening to me? Have I done something so wrong to deserve this. I don't want to die. Not here, not now. I did not get a chance to say goodbye to my mother or my friends. "Oh please God, take care of my tiny baby sister and my dear patient mother for now I am in your hands. I am going on to a better place!" I cry out in agony. I can feel my wet warm blood drip down onto the floor. I am going to die here in this school just for trying to be a normal kid. I can't understand why....people do these things. These were the last thoughts of my dear friend Angel. I held her until she passed on. All around I could hear the bursting of glass and the fireing of the guns. The screams came from every direction. I pulled her into the janitor's closet and hid. I threw myself over her half dead body and made sure that if those maniacs came back that they would kill me first. She was turning very pale and she was coughing up huge amounts of blood. The hole in her lungs kept leaking even though I was putting a considerable amount of pressure on the bullet hole. She died in my arms calling out to god!! I have nightmares every night now I cannot get over the fact that she is gone. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 09:43 AM PST   0 • 1