• Three years ago,
    While on the bus,
    I hurt many others
    And myself

    I tripped a boy,
    Made him break his nose.
    Blood everywhere
    FLASH!

    I look up
    And see a truck
    Everyone screams.
    Including the driver.

    I hear a smack!
    Jenny’s head went out the window.
    Crash!
    Johns arm is gone.

    Next thing I know:
    I’m in a bed.
    I can’t move my legs.

    My mom shouts:
    “Ken he’s awake!”
    She cries with joy
    And hugs me

    I hear soon after,
    Jenny and John,
    The boy, the driver,
    They’re all gone.

    My friends are dead.
    Forever. Gone.
    For the rest of my life,
    The guilt reigns on.