In our hands
It's so futile
Every moment
can be taken away
so easily
by anyone
anything
everyone
everything
And we let it
we let our lives be
controlled
by those we fear
We promised little us
that we would
never
ever
let this happen
not to us
We told our younger versions
that we would be strong
that we would stand tall
that we wouldn't let anything
stand in our way
How long did that last
how long did it take for us
to take the bullets
not only in our chest
but in our hearts
as we let it
instill relentless
fear
into us
We posted pictures
posted lies
let our screams drown out
our cries
as we let ourselves
be wielded
by the gunholder
the gun master
the gun itself
We let ourselves use it
as a way to get
another
like (y)
like it mattered
We would never get
that life back
We could only long
for what once was
Gone are the days
we could pretend
pretend this wasn't our problem
pretend that this was the government's
fault
only
their fault
Now it is in our
hands
our small
yet calloused
hands.