How is it fair to keep letting an 8 year old boy suffer? How much more are you going to throw on his plate before you let up? Huh, God? Can you answer me that? How much is too much? How much before you decide that he has suffered enough?! My patience is wearing thin God. My belief in you is nil. Why would I believe there is a loving God when you decide to take from a child?! He’s destroyed you know God. Wrecked. He keeps asking me why. What the fuck do you want me to say to him?!
Make me suffer. Make me hurt. Make me sad. Leave him alone already. LEAVE HIM ALONE. He told me yesterday that this past year and a half was the best time of his life. She took him everywhere. She loved him so much and he loved her. Why do you keep selfishly taking people away from him? Why do you keep making him feel like there’s no one in his life? God, you are dwindling in my eyes. I don’t believe in you much anymore.
My brother barely sleeps anymore, you know? Has nightmares he says. Can’t sleep because he dreams he’s dying. All because you took her away from him. You are a sadistical fuck, aren’t you? Do you get off on making people hurt? Do you get off on taking good people away?! One day I’d like an answer. I’d like absolution.
Until then I don’t really think much of you.
They walk through the hallways hidden.
Eyes down to the ground, hoodie covering their face.
They do all they can to be invisible.
They do all the can to go unnoticed throughout the day,
but the inevitable happens.
The first push and the second shove.
Pushed on the ground, papers scattered.
They are the bullied, the beaten, the broken.
They try to comprehend the why but can’t.
A little too different, a little too odd.
The no name brand clothing and the black attire.
The no care attitude, the no friend’s around.
They are the nameless, the nothings, the victims.
They are the pained, the hurt, the retaliaters.
You lay blame in those bullied, in those beat down.
You place fault in the families when it’s your children.
The popular children who beat down the weak.
The rich kids who break the poor.
Unrelenting in their taunting, unrelenting in the abuse.
You lay blame in the bullied for retaliating.
You wonder why? Why did he shoot up the school?
You wonder why he sought revenge in such a final way.
You seek for answers when they stand before you.
Ask your children why he brought a gun to school.
Ask your children why he only attacked the popular kids
Ask your children why he aimed at teachers,
the ones too busy to notice what was there.
Ask your children as to why? Why did he do this?
Ask your children why he killed them all.
Ask your children why he turned the gun on himself
Do not lay blame solely on him.
Do not place blame just on his actions.
Every action has a consequence.
Every action has a repercussion.
So do not lay the blame just on him.
He is at fault for his actions following,
but before then who knows?
Do you think he would have done such a thing
if he hadn’t of been pushed to the ground?
Do you think he would have pulled the trigger
if he was treated like the others?
Ask yourself these questions when you lie awake at night.
Ask yourself these questions when you think your children aren’t to blame.
They’re all to blame. They’re all at fault. Words do more damage then known.
Do not lay blame solely on the attacker because he was attacked once too.
