Six.

With one last crack…
She was gone.
The boat that was call ‘Unsinkable’
Had hit an iceberg and made one big long gash along her side.
And here us survivors of ‘Titanic’ sit.
Waiting to for someone to come.
Just anyone.
Some of us mostly first class are in life boats.
And here are some of us lying here in this freezing water dying.
Waiting for someone to come…anyone.
But knowing that no one was going to come.
When someone did come.
Most of us were dead.
Only six of us lived.
Six.
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I have no idea if this is a poem.
I can't write poems.
Don't know what type it is.