Gunshots.
Bullets.
Blood.
Screams.
All you do is cry.
You can't help.
Your stuck.
As a man moves closer to you.
You try to back up against a wall.
But your already against one.
Your cornered.
You know what's going to happen.
So you stop fighting.
For your friends.
For your family.
You give in.
And lie there.
Ashamed of what happened.
You find a knif.
And take your life.
But you never knew.
Knew your little sister.
Was waching over you.