Philadelphia Survivor Of Orlando Massacre Pens Powerful Poem After Tragedy

A Philadelphia woman who was injured in Sunday's mass shooting at an Orlando nightclub is speaking out about the details of the horrific night, sharing a powerful poem she penned just days after the unspeakable tragedy.

Sunday's shooting killed 49 people and injured 53 more at Pulse, a gay nightclub.

Patience Carter, a 20-year-old Philadelphia woman, was one of the injured. She was shot in the leg in the deadliest mass shooting in the nation's history.  Another Philadelphia woman, 18-year-old Akyra Murray, wasn't so lucky. Murray, a star basketball player who had just graduated from West Catholic Prep, was killed in the attacks at the nightclub. 

Carter was visiting Florida and happened to be at the nightclub with friends at the time of the attack, carried out by gunman Omar Mateen. He was killed by law enforcement in an exchange of gunfire several hours after the early-morning shooting began.

Carter is now in stable condition, but spoke during an live press conference Tuesday at Florida Hospital Orlando.

She bravely began her live statement with this harrowing poem, in which she describes the overwhelming feelings of survivor's guilt.

The guilt of feeling grateful to feel alive is heavy
Wanting to smile about surviving but not sure if the people around you are ready
As the world mourns the victims killed and viciously slain
I feel guilty about screaming about my legs in pain because I could feel nothing, like the other 49 who weren’t so lucky to feel this pain of mine
I never thought in a million years that this could happen
I never thought in a million years that my eyes could witness something so tragic
Looking at the souls leaving the bodies of individuals
Looking at the killer’s machine gun throughout my right peripheral
Looking at the blood and debris covered on everyone’s faces
Looking at the gunman’s feet under the stall as he paces
The guilt of feeling lucky to be alive is heavy
It’s like the weight of the ocean’s walls crushing uncontrolled by levees
It’s like being dragged through the grass with a shattered leg and thrown in the back of a Chevy
It’s like being rushed to the hospital and told you’re going to make it
When you laid beside individuals whose lives were brutally taken
The guilt of being alive is heavy

Carter goes on to recount the attacks, during which she was trapped inside the bathroom as Mateen shot victim after victim.

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"I could see piles of bodies laying over the toilet sleet and slumped over in the bottom of the toilet, which was covered with handprints and blood," Carter recalled. When she looked the other way, she saw more bodies, including her best friend. "Some were moaning in pain."

As she lay in the bathroom, Carter said she "made peace with God." 

‘I was begging for God to take the soul out of my body because I didn’t want to feel any more pain I didn’t want to get any more shots."