A Crumpled Note
Dear World,
We could have saved him
From this mistake he made
Because he never felt like he belonged
Because he always thought he was a failure
Because we never let him have a chance
Or even a friend.
He cried out for help
With the scratches on his arm
and his desires for death, written in pen
On the classroom third row desk
We heard his words which spoke
Of release and destruction
And we only helped ourselves
Turning our heads
Not wanting to be the next target
It was easier then to just pretend his pain
Made us feel so good
When all he wanted
Was what we wanted
To just fit in.
He’s dead now
Like so many others
Believed the lie
That it was easier this way
Pills, razor, bullet to the head
He chose to cry out one last time
Right before we let him die…
Sincerely,
Those who failed you when we were needed the most.
YOU ARE READING
No Lifeguard on Duty
PoetryThis is a collection of my life, my thoughts, and my perception of everything around me. I won't claim that my documentation of how I think or perceive things around me is accurate. It is however the most accurate form of how I can express who I am...
