Last Day of School

Last Day of School

A Poem by cschear87
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A teenager's last day of school is filled with violence, anger and revenge

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“Bang bang you're dead!”, the child cried

As he walked down the halls with his loaded .45

Another one down with a bullet to the brain

Bone and blood against the wall with silent disdain


Shooting off another round, he shouted with hate

“You called me a f*g �" and now it's too late”

He walked up to the girl who turned him down for the Prom

“The last thing you'll hear is the sound of my bomb”


As she began to cry, tears streaming down her cheek

He said coldly, “This is what you get for calling me a freak”

The last thing she saw was a gun pointed at her head

And the last thing she felt was the pain from hot lead


He got to popular boy, the one who started it all

And when he tried to run away, he took a nasty fall

Frozen in fear he couldn't even walk

And now all he could do was hear the other boy talk


“You tormented me for all that I am

You were the wolf and I was the lamb

You put my head in the toilet and threw me in the trash

And for all this, I can't wait to watch your head smash”


He emptied the clip into the bully and when he was done

There were no more bullets, except for the very last one

Walking out of the school and onto the front lawn

He put the last bullet in his brain and now the hatred was gone

© 2014 cschear87


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Omgosh WOW!!! I love everything about this poem, every single word I don't know if this happened I am sorry if it did, but it is an awesome piece!!!

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cschear87

5 Years Ago

Thank you! I really appreciate your thoughts. This didn't happen to me but as a teenager I was defin.. read more

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Added on November 2, 2014
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Tags: school shooting, teen, gun, anger, revenge

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cschear87
cschear87

Kells, Meath, Ireland



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