A story of Dave
 

This is a story of a kid named Dave, Highschooler, just started 10th grade
A boy becoming a man, planting his feet strong, finding his place to stand
But Dave had mental problems liked a animal locked in a cage
Hidden aggression and built up rage
Spent a lot of nights alone
Locked in his room with his favorite game doom
He liked to run with his 6 guns blasting
But he wished the feelings he got would last him
His parents didn’t see what was happening to their son
What a deprived person he had become
His dad was to busy getting drunk and beating his mom
And Dave would just cry and wonder when it all went so wrong

Dave hated school, he dreaded the place
Kids would laugh at him, strait to his face
And there words hurt Dave, but the kids didn’t see
Cause kids don’t realize how strong words can be
They just added fuel to Dave’s inner fire
Dave’s anger situation was becoming dire
He tried to do what his counselor had told him “just count to 10”
He barely made it to two and by five he knew just what he had to do
The kids would never get him, they would never listen
Dave grew madder, he built up tension
He sat alone in his room pondering that night
He planned out his attack; he had to get it just right
Dave thought if he could kill in the game…
In real life it must be just the same

His dad was to drunk to notice when Dave snuck into his room
Dave went strait to the dresser, easy no pressure
Dave opened the drawer and moved aside the socks
Grabbed the 45 and the full ammo box
A couple of cigarettes and his dads set of cammo
When he slipped on he felt just like Rambo
He looked into the mirror at the reflection of himself
He held up the gun and loved the feelings he felt
He went to bed, thoughts racing threw his head
Knowing tomorrow his attackers would be dead

In the morning Dave walked to school
Taking his time, he remained cool
He walked in, gun hidden discrete
Eyes down watching the passer bys feet
He saw his targets at the end of the hall
He remained calm, gun resting in his palm
He knew the verbal attacks would come soon
He remembered all the times in doom
One of them began to speak, Dave looked in his eyes
Lifted the gun and then said goodbye
Pulled the trigger as he began to cry
His second target was screaming why?
Dave looked at the blood on the wall and whispered die
Dave saw what he had done; two bodies lay lifeless on the floor
A tear rolled out his eye he wanted to see no more
Dave turned the gun to his own head; with a single shot Dave fell dead

Dave’s fight was done, before it had begun
A wasted life, gods long lost son
Later that week Dave’s mom took her life
Slit her wrist with a kitchen knife
Four lives lost in this deadly world
Rash decisions made in a swirl
Could these lives have been saved?
Next time before you speak, remember this story of Dave

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