I Was Him

It all started when I opened the door,
Opening the door to me lying on the floor,
I lived, undisturbed by an underlying reality,
I opened the door to an old mentality,
A mentality from suicide to homicide
To the reality of their mass genocide

Day one, there were two kids
In the school, where all forbids,
And there were horrid screams,
Then the older boy, Lucas, gleams
As he stabs Steven's young heart,
To my surprise this is just the start

"Do you forget how young we were?"

Day two, I look out my plane window,
Disrupting the flight's flow,
Are the kids, much older than before,
I couldn't escape the gore,
I hear their screams, Lucas gleams,
Tearing at Steven's poor dreams

"Do you forget how young we were?"

Day three, I turned around,
Steven lies on the ground,
Young adults they were,
These days go by like a blur
Lucas towers over him,
Left on the floor is his victim

"Do you forget how young we were?"

Day four, there's a knock at my door
And I'm prepared for what's in store
The kids, a bit older than yesterday
Lucas, screaming at fearful prey
Steven, confused, doesn't remember,
He's just another dying ember

"Do you forget how young we were?"

Day five, I hear his first cry,
Amnesia, the reason he'll die,
Protection, an excuse of murder.
Lucas is afraid of the world under.
Steven is afraid of the world's abyss,
Is fear the reason behind this?

"Do you forget how young we were?"

Day six, I see them, but I see me,
The one getting killed at this degree,
I'm the one who stumbles,
The boy who finally crumbles,
I caused this never ending violence,
As Lucas fights an everlasting silence

"Do you forget how young we were?"

Day seven, I hug my friend,
Lucas, like in that daily trend,
I'm looking into the mirror,
As it's a permanent smear,
I watch the result of rejection,
I've been denying my own reflection

Do you forget how young we were?
It may have all just been a blur
No, I remember it all too well,
An unpleasant trip back to hell,
A memory I didn't believe in,
And my name is Steven.

I am the subject of every lie,
I am the product of every cry,
I am a subject in my attempted suicide,
I am a product of an attempted homicide,
I'm apart of your imagination,
And I am Steven.