I was 8

im scared.

gunshot

cant hear 

blank eyes

 

i remeber.

blood.

on my hands.

my shirt.

everywhere.

 

she wasnt serious.

it was a joke.

i was wrong.

shes gone.

 

childhood gone.

time to grow up.

death was reality.

im not scared anymore.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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