When we go back and think

how it all declined,

we start to feel completely blind

because the answer’s hard to find.

Because all the taunts had been

nothing but a game,

nothing but fun and tame,

none of us are to blame.

Even if I,

with receptive eyes,

had started to despise

the way they’d chastise,

I stood and watched

when the mob broke the wall.

When the words became tall,

and the laughs started to fall

into an abyss

of uncomfortable places,

humiliating situations,

tear stained faces...

But still we all

don’t understand

what could have planned

a disaster so grand!

Certainly not our hands,

though the marks still remained,

where we left him bloodstained

to keep us entertained.

But it was just a joke,

not any type of attack!

It’s just how teenagers act,

no reason to interact!

This place was so happy!

No one knows why!

It’s such a surprise!

He commits suicide.

But is it really a shock when

the story that was paved

by the people who raved

to weep on his grave

was a lie! There’s no happy story,

just a wave of rejection,

who’s lack of basic affection

made a boy hate his reflection.

When he was unsure eyes,

and golden skin,

had a heart within,

how can they pretend

that they had cared once

when things had gone bad?

When feeling tired and sad

were the only feelings he had?

They left him behind,

all on his own,

they wouldn’t have known if

his problems had grown?

And it’s so very sad,

but so very real.

When you disregard how they feel,

you let your mouth take the wheel.

But you cry when tragedy strikes,

how we should help the distraught,

which shows a lesson that’s just taught

Well, it’s hardly a lesson bought.

You have to listen to your own advice

and stop being sadistic,

unless you think it’s idealistic

to turn people to statistics.