i want to tear
my skin apart
when i hear you
inconsiderate
complain
about how bad
your life is
take a f-cking look
around you and
just listen
there is a baby
crying across
the street
there is girl
no older than you
that will be a mom
because of r-pe
there is a boy
who is bullied
for loving a man
thursday morning, 2008
you turn on the pop radio
and hear
"there is a boy
who was found
suspended
on a rope"
you scoff
at all
of the suicidal souls
and you cringe
when you see optimists
who are you
who are you, really?
the boy
hung himself
because of something
you had said
and was announced
dead
at 3:49 am
that morning
you took the time
to complain how
you were "ignored"
when your f-ck buddy
told you you two
were over
because she found
a new heart
to love
the boy's death note
said two things;
"i'm sorry"
and
"i'm sorry i wasn't
enough for you"
you know
the problems
you know
what she meant
and you know
what he meant
mhz