Don't tell me you care
Don't tell me you cry
Don't tell me you mourn
Or that you wish he hadn't died
Don't pretend like he was your friend
Because you and i both know
And anyways, he's dead now,
You missed your chance
He once was alive
So full of life
He once came to class
More than you would have liked
You could have been nice to him
But instead you weren't
Don't you think we all heard
You all bullied him
You wish he didn't exist
And congratulations, because he granted you that wish.
And now he is dead
His body in the ground
He can't hear you crying
He can't hear you mocking
He can't hear you at all
He can't make a sound
You tell me you liked him
That he was your friend
You tell me you loved him
Until his very end
But then tell me why
Why did you make fun of him
Mock him and torment him
Why did you moan and groan when he walked into class?!
How is it that he means so much to you now that he is dead
But when he was alive, he was the laughing stock of the entire class?
He is dead!
He can't hear your apologies
Your cries for him to come back
He was fourteen years old
Yes I know its so sad
He died doing what he loved
Open your Eyes you fools
We are the ones that killed him
We are the reasons he dreaded coming to school
Don't you realize that we made his life miserable
Yeah, I know they said it was an accident
But how do we really know
We could have killed him
It could have been us
We could have killed Kyler
Just look at us
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A/N: This poem is dedicated to a former classmate of mine who was killed in an ATV accident. I wasn't friends with Kyler, but I didn't dislike him. However, I didn't stand up to the people who bullied him, and for that I will always be regretful. Kyler was a kid who was so full of vivacious youth and life, and I wish I could have taken the chance to know him better.
*Please note: Kyler did not commit suicide. His death was 100% accident. What I mean when I say in the poem "it could have been us, we could have killed kyler" is that we slowly killed him from the inside. The things I heard people say about him were terrible, and while I did not participate in this, I did nothing to stop it either. Kyler was so strong and brave and courageous to continue to smile and keep his head up despite the bullying. I really want to reiterate: Kyler did not commit suicide, his death was a terrible accident. When I say in the poem, "we are the ones who killed him," I mean that people tried to kill his spirit. I do not mean that he was literally killed by his classmates. If you have any questions on what this poem is saying, or what the metephorical meaning behind a line is, please feel free to comment! This poem is very heavy and it is also very personal to me.
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