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Student Voices

Local youth weigh in on gun violence, in schools and in the wider community

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The Victim's Perspective

Student Voices
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By Logan Morley
Senior at Redmond High School

One kid can only take so much,

So much before he has had enough.

People always looked down on me,

Saying I was nothing,

When I tried to be something.

When I was a kid, I would dream.

I would dream that one day I would be,

A star, a hope, a role model to some,

But here I am holding a gun.

If you could ask anyone they would say,

They would say how happy I was.

How I was energetic, how I was kind,

But that was elementary school,

When I first started getting ridiculed

I talked to my parents,

My parents did nothing.

Said they were kids, they will learn someday.

That day never came,

I was never saved.

Middle school started, hoping everything changed,

Everything changed, but not in the right way.

The people didn't change, the bullying changed,

They did it every day

There's social media today.

The bullying never stopped, the school never helped,

The school never helped me save myself.

So there I lie in a depressed state,

Wishing this was over,

It would never be over.

My parents never saw this, no one ever cared,

No one ever cared, so why would I try, if no one else dared.

Middle school is over, hopefully it would be better,

Once I can start new in high school,

I could possibly be cool.

First day of high school, off to a good start,

Off to a good start, maybe the kids had a change of heart.

I can finally surpass what the kids were.

My classes are great, my friends are amazing,

I feel like I am always stargazing.

The dreams in my eyes, the one I will achieve,

The one I will achieve to obtain victory.

But for some reason, the past repeats itself.

The bullies found me, I wanted to cry,

And all of my hope just went goodbye.

My depression enhanced, I thought I was done,

I thought I was done, until I spotted my gun.

The idea came to me in a flash.

I was done being bullied, I wanted a try,

Those bullies will suffer, and soon they will die.

The next day of school, the day has come,

The day has come, for people to run.

I knew what I was doing was flagrant.

That didn't stop me, my mind was set,

That now this day, I was the threat.

I walked the hallways I once thought were safe,

I once thought were safe, I had a clean slate.

But now I walk with the thought of fear.

I broke into the class the bullies were in,

When I entered, their heads started to spin.

I took one look, and instantly I knew,

I knew what I had to do.

I pulled out the gun, and started my cause,

What they were thinking, there was no telling,

But the noise they were making, was all of that yelling.

The screams are no more, there's peace in the room,

There's peace in the room, that's what I assumed.

I would no longer get bullied, I was free.

I turned around, and couldn't believe my eyes,

That those students just died.

The police came soon, I was the criminal,

I was the criminal, and there was nothing I could do.

I could tell you this much, I knew I've done wrong.

But at least I'm at ease,

With all of this peace.

At this point, only times could tell,

Only time could tell if I'm going to hell.

Now here I am, lying in prison.

I'm dreaming of what it would be like,

If I was a star, a hope, a role model alike.



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