I Killed A Teenage Boy Poem by Randy Johnson

I live in hell because of a teenage boy who I killed.
He aimed a toy gun at me and I thought it was real.
I thought he was going to kill me so I killed him first.
Tears ran down my cheeks as they put him in the hearse.
For many years I was a very good cop.
I was great at enforcing the law but all of that stopped.
I turned in my badge, I couldn't be a cop anymore.
I can't forgive myself because of what I did before.
It was my job to serve and protect but I failed.
The boy's mother spit in my face and told me that she hopes I go to hell.
They say that time heals all wounds but I don't agree.
If I live to be a hundred, I'll still be in agony.