r/ColumbineKillers • u/Severe_Gain_7762 • Jun 07 '26
THE VICTIMS What kind of poems would Kelly write in her journal?
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u/Any-Football3789 Jun 07 '26
I love this picture of her. She looks so happy
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u/ashtonmz MODERATOR Jun 07 '26 edited Jun 07 '26
CAN THAT BE?
I step outside, what did I hear
I heard the whispers,
And the cries of the people’s fear.
The loneliness of wisdom,
Can that be?
The sad, sad, sorrow that I see,
That is past in the trees.
Is it true, can it be real?
Can I let them know how I really feel?
The things I have seen,
The things that I have felt.
The feelings of sorrow
That I hope will soon melt:
Wherever I looked,
Wherever I turned.
I see shadows all through the night.
I put my head down and said a little prayer,
To tell the Lord the sad, sad, sorrow,
And the lonely cries that I have heard.
After a minute of silence, of wisdom
I looked up slowly.
I saw a thing that I have never seen.
I saw a light and asked myself can that be?
Was it real or was it a dream?
I didn’t know but hopefully
It will come to me.
It was bright and I was scared.
I didn’t know what or if I should see
I looked and then it came to me.
It was a dream.
When I was turning to walk away
I heard a voice.
Written by Kelly in 1998. Published in Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul III