You call him names
You drive him insane
You shoot him down
Push him to the ground
And nobody heard a sound
When he took the knife
Held it to his neck and ended his life
Guess what?
He's dead
You call her whore
Your shirt you tore
You leave her unconscious
You are sick
You are monstrous
She goes home
She grabs the pills
She tilts back her head
Shes dead
You teased him for being gay
You laugh at her for what she says
You slam him into the locker door
Just because you think he is poor
You laugh at their clothes
You tease their words
You kill their life
You deprive the of happiness
And now what?
They Are Dead
YOU ARE READING
The Pain We Face
PoesiaPoems for the people who suffer For him and for her For the people who understand Who know their plan For people who are just having a rough night For people who see or experience the bad in life.
