I'll be famous.......
A poem looking at why Robert Hawkins a 19 year old killed strangers in a shopping mall, He left a suicide note which predicted the atrocity would make him famous, smuggled his semi-automatic rifle into the mall under a sweat shirt before suddenly opening fire. When he finished shooting he turned the gun on himself…......
Life began badly,
Childhood swaddled in parental hate,
Discarded,
Homeless, helpless…...
Life struggled on,
School was an enigma,
Never fitted in
Odd ball, different, sad…...
Then a Glimmer of life normal?,
Taken in like a stray,
Never really wanted
Someone’s charity case…..
Life could get better?
Got a job…... lost it.
Got a girl …. who left….
Fading in to insignificance now….
Life is an endless void,
Valued by no one
Like a hand in a pale of water…..
Leaving no impression….
Life should stand for something
Not just; birth, obscurity, death
Someone should remember
You were here once….
Death can send a message
Life failed me, you will listen
If I take the faceless with me….
Ill be famous…......
A life worth dying for…..
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